If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

I'm not a writer who refuses to talk about a book until I've finished.

Failure has been my best friend as a writer. It tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through.