My love for him had never gone away but only changed, growing deeper like wine fermenting or pickles curing. It bore into me with the pervasiveness of water working its way to the center of a mountain.

I think sometimes as an adult, you take people for what they do, and what they are now, instead of the whole picture of their lives.

My hardcover sales are 17% down in books but up 400% in electronics.

People say you need to be strong, smart, and lucky to survive hard times, war, a natural disaster, or physical torture. But I say emotional abuse—anxiety, fear, guilt, and degradation—is far worse and much harder to survive.

My love for him had never gone away but only changed, growing deeper like wine fermenting or pickles curing. It bore into me with the pervasiveness of water working its way to the center of a mountain.

Don't ever feel that you have to hide who you are. Nothing good ever comes from keeping secrets like that.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?