Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

I think as a writer one of the benefits is that you can put things that you're interested in into your books. I always have put a lot of food and restaurants because I was a waitress and I love to eat.

Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.

But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though, I was finding myself wanting to find out what happened in the end.