That,” she says, “was never here before.

We are all, I suppose, beholden to our parents - the question is, how much?

what made you happy once might not make you happy now.

I think my writing has become "cleaner."

Lie to yourself until it's true.

She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.

A woman isn't all that different from a bonfire. A fire's a beautiful thing, right? Something you can't take your eyes off, when it's burning. If you can keep it contained, it'll throw light and heat for you. It's only when it gets out of control that you have to go on the offensive.