Rest easy, real mothers. The very fact that you worry about being a good mom means that you already are one.

‎Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which of us they feel sorrier for - you or me - and we all know who they'll choose.

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.

She stared at Peter, and she realized that in that one moment, when she hadn't been thinking, she knew exactly what he'd felt as he moved through the school with his backpack and his guns. Every kid in this school played a role: jock, brain, beauty, freak. All Peter had done was what they all secretly dreamed of: be someone, even for just nineteen minutes, who nobody else was allowed to judge.

No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.

Writer's block is for people who have the luxury of time.

It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.