It's perfectly natural to doubt your judgment about doubting your judgment.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

It's perfectly natural to doubt your judgment about doubting your judgment.

But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.

I feel in some ways I've had a difficult life. And it makes me the kind of writer I am, in what I value, what I respect, what I hold dear.

You don't need a reason to forgive... If you want to go on with someone, that is what you do.

I guess love is the real suspension of disbelief.