People had an illogical, self-serving rationale when it came to interpreting the behavior of others.

What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off.

When I'm creating characters, I definitely think of theme songs. Writing for me is very visual, so I sometimes think of it in terms of a movie with a soundtrack, and try to transfer that to words.

When you grow up--and from the look of things, you have awhile--but you learn things never go back to normal simply because everyone's sorry. Sorry is ridiculous.

If I scribbled a few words on a cocktail napkin and showed it to my family, they'd proclaim it astonishing and more culturally relevant than the Bible.

It was as if Hannah had sprung a leak and her character, usually so meticulous and contained, was spilling all over the place.

I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don’t understand you at all stick around.