The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized.

This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.

If you're going to read minds, start with a simple one.

Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother.

When I read a good book, it's like traveling the world without ever leaving my chair.

The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized.

Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep.