I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room-but eventually, you learn to live with it.

And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you.

Every year I tell myself that I’m not going to read any reviews and then I do. We’re all human and when I read something negative it hurts. I think when you write it’s part of the game, you’re going to get some good reviews and some bad reviews and that’s how it goes. I don’t write for the reviews.

It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

Embarrassment isn't a just cause of action.

You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.