Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.
Is it really worth dying for the person you love?
There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.
In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.
The question I hate the most is "How did you DO it - write novels and raise your children simultaneously!" I mean, do MALE authors get asked that??
When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.