Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

Sometimes its necessary to embrace the magic, to find out what's real in life, and in one's own heart.

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

She'd assumed she'd be married and have kids by this age, that she would be grooming her own daughter for this, as her friends were doing. She wanted it so much she would dream about it sometimes, and then she would wake up with the skin at her wrists and neck red from the scratchy lace of the wedding gown she'd dreamed of wearing. But she'd never felt anything for the men she'd dated, nothing beyond her own desperation. And her desire to marry wasn't strong enough, would never be strong enough, to allow her to marry a man she didn't love.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.