The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

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

Sometimes really, really bad things happen to people, and there is no explanation and no reason whatsoever.

It's always been hard to call myself a writer. I think a part of me still thinks it's too good to be true.

I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.

When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.