In school, writing was the only thing that really came naturally to me, but it wasn't until college that I realized that I could do it for more than just fun.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for a while. Maybe even forever. That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

You can't always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances.

We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.

I am never happy when I finish a book. I always start feeling good, and then I get to about Page 75 and start losing momentum - and I kind of pull it together at the end, but by then I think it's just all over. It's become almost a running joke among my agent and my editor - I always say that, so they don't take me seriously anymore.