He looked at the pain and he set himself apart from it. He saw it, examined it, identified it, corralled it. He isolated it. He challenged it. You against me? Dream on, pal. He built borders for it. Then walls. He built walls and forced the pain behind them and then he moved the walls inward, compressing the pain, crushing it, boxing it in, limiting it, beating it.

I'm twenty-nine, yes really, I'm from Aspen, Colorado, I'm six feet one, yes really, I've been at Quantico two years, yes I date guys, no I dress like this just because I like it, no I'm not married, no I don't currently have a boyfriend, and no I don't want to have dinner with you tonight.

Most actors are small, anyway - at least compared to me.

Lone women shouldn't stop in the middle of nowhere for giant unkempt strangers with duct tape on their faces.

I'd never believed in luck. Never had any cause to. Never relied on it, because I never could.

The best fights are the ones you don't have", a wise man once said to me.

I think my books come out very visual, which is an obvious consequence.