The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

For me, every book is a journey - questioning a really difficult topic that most people don't want to talk about, much less write about. And that's what I need; that works for me as a writer.