Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

Sometimes I suspect that we build our traps ourselves, then we back into them, pretending amazement the while.

I'm one of those writers who tends to be really good at making outlines and sticking to them. I'm very good at doing that, but I don't like it. It sort of takes a lot of the fun out.

I would read. I would explore

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow endless drizzle.

However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.