You sense that he's dangerous but don't now why - and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.

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.

I don't have any real goals except to follow one good sentence with another... I'm not the kind of writer who has a map.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it’s this way for everyone.

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

Up until that moment, I'd been at the earliest stage of love, when you feel it will turn you into the better person you want to be. Now, his gentle voice and sage advice took me to a later stage: I felt I needed to pretend to be a better person than I was so he'd keep loving me. This was hard because it made me hate him.

Sometimes you’re loved because of your weaknesses. What you can’t do is sometimes more compelling than what you can.