All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.

After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big, like falling in love and spending time with your family, and the little....like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts. It has to.

Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.

Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.