Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

For me it's more important that I outline all the facets of a controversial issue and let the reader make up his or her mind. I don't care if readers change their minds, but I would like readers to ask themselves why their opinion is what it is.

Many people have a novel inside them, but most don't bother to get it out.

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

Lie to yourself until it's true.