My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.

I've been so showered in life, beyond my wildest dreams, such as having a loving partner I never thought I'd have.

Every day I wake up afraid that I won't be able to write, that today is the day it has left me.

They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love's path didn't run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.

For feel-good fiction to work, there has to be an element of darkness.

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

Love is an emotion. It can't be seen or touched, and it is experienced differently by everyone, therefore it is difficult to measure.