Patty knew, in her heart, that he was wrong in his impression of her. And the mistake she went to go on to make, the really big life mistake, was to go along with Walter's version of her in spite of knowing that it wasn't right. He seemed so certain of her goodness that eventually he wore her down.

It's just a matter of writing the kind of book I enjoy reading. Something better be happening at the beginning, and then on every page after, or I get irritated.

I guess my life hasn’t always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I want. At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.

It's doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.

You see more sitting still than chasing after.

I find it a huge strain to be responsible for my tastes and be known and defined by them.

But the first lesson reading teaches is how to be alone.