People are always beautiful when you love them.

Maybe the past is supposed to fade-and that's actually a kindness of human memory.

Be brave with your life, so others will be brave with theirs.

I like to write about people who are real and likeable. I like to write about people who tell their stories in that close and intimate voice we use with best friends. I love the closeness and honesty and vulnerability that come from characters who can talk that way.

And despite everything I know now, I still believe, as I did when I was little, that there is an entire universe of things that my mother knows that I don't. I still believe that nothing truly bad can ever happen if my mother is around. I know it's not true. But still. It is true.

Our lives disappear, even as we live them.

You don't have to be perfect to be awesome.