Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

I only just found you, I can't lose you now

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?

I think my writing has become "cleaner."

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.

The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.