During the long stretches of quiet two-lane highway, with the sun setting in the distance, it was somehow easier to say things aloud, and regardless of what was said, we just kept moving toward that horizon.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

Each time, I think I'm never going to write another book. It never gets easier.

But I always worked harder when I was up against something, or when someone assumed I couldn't succeed. That's what drove me, all those nights studying. The fact that so many figured I couldn't do it.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

I just can't ever be a free spirit and just relax. When it comes to work, this is good. I'm very disciplined, which with writing is often half the battle, or more. But it also means that if I want to, say, play hooky and chocolate and watch Bravo all afternoon, I feel horribly guilty. I wish I could find a nice balance.