Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met.

don’t mistake a new place for a new you.

It's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.

I do have a little bit more confidence in - or at least familiarity with - my process. For example, when it feels like it's going badly or that I'm lost, I know I'll eventually find my way because I've been through it before. But writing itself is still hard.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Because love, love never finishes.