An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.

I think readers are just looking for things that maybe they recognize or can relate to in the books.

But I always worked harder when I was up against something, or when someone assumed I couldn't succeed. That's what drove me, all those nights studying. The fact that so many figured I couldn't do it.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

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

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.