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.

Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.

I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret things. Because at least I didn't spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.

So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again.

It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.