Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.

We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.

I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up 'incredibly beautiful' in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.

Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.

With writing, we have second chances.