Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

It was never the act itself but our own understanding of it that defeated us, over and over again.

To be next to her was to have everything.

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

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.

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.