But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

Look at it this way: I might be saying you're fat, but at least I'm not punching you in the face.' Are those the only options?' Not always. Just sometimes.

Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.

and I wondered if, in the end, this is how all disputes are settled, with a shared silence as things become equal. You take something from me, I take something from you. We all want balance, one way or another.

There are worse addictions than reality TV, chocolate and coffee.

I think part of the problem sometimes is that there's so much happening in my books, to whittle it down into a single script is hard.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.