And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

Writing a novel is like childbirth: once you realize how awful it really is, you never want to do it again.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

It's all in the view. That's what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you'd better make every second count.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it