It ain't how long you know somebody that means anything. It's what that person mean to you in your heart.

I write because the lives of all of us are stories. If enough of those stories are told, then perhaps we will begin to see that our lives are the same story. The differences are merely in the details.

Some wounds go so deep that you don't even feel them until months, maybe years, later.

...part of the mind's job was to cast doubt on what the heart knew to be true, and the heart, because it had no words, often lost the argument

Being a failure at living your own life as best as you can is better than being a success living the life somebody else says you should live.

Often, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.

Books, and especially fiction, do not proceed from ideas. They are born from feelings