Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.

Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one.

I always individuate myself from other writers who say they would die if they couldn't write. For me, I'd die if I couldn't read.

Mine (story) ain't the scariest, the clearest, the most painful, or the most beautiful. It just happens to be the one that's got it's fingers around my throat.

Travel light. She extended her arms to embrace her house, maybe the whole world.

I think that distance is good for some people for certain projects. I mean this is sort of a dynamic question. Some projects require more distance than others, some don't require it at all. Sometimes you need it and sometimes you don't.

The thoughts he put in her head. Someone should’ve arrested him for it.