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

My first job is to write the characters as full and authentic people as well as I can.

My whole life has been one big broken promise.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

I don't like to do too much psychological research because it might turn a character into a patchwork.

What brings two people together anyway?