Thus far, everything I've made has come out of my really feeling it, out of the fire of my life.

Did you ever really love her? Not really no. But me? Yes. Even though I have no pizzazz?

I realize that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

I don't tally the world, asking, "Would this annoy you? Would this annoy you?" That's so far removed from where I'm at when I'm in the trenches struggling with how to express things that I don't fully understand myself.

If you want to have a character who falls into crisis, all you have to do is turn the Internet off, and then we all understand how that feels, when you suddenly just have time and yourself.

It occurred to me that everyone’s story matters to themselves, so the more I listened, the more she wanted to talk.