I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.

It's amazing the fantasies your mind can put together.

Turn on the faucet. Wash yourself with the emotion. It won’t hurt you. It will only help. If you let the fear inside, if you pull it on like a familiar shirt, then you can say to yourself, “All right, it’s just fear, I don’t have to let it control me. I see it for what it is".

To these people, unhappiness was a condition, an intolerable state of affairs. If pills could help, pills were taken. But pills were not going to change the fundamental problem in the construction. Wanting what you can´t have. Looking for self-worth in the mirror. Layering work on top of work and still wondering why you weren´t satisfied - before working some more.

Don't cling to things because everything is impermanent.

People often belittle the place where they were born.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.