It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.

The only trick was never giving more that you were willing to lose.

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

When someone starts to change, and it’s obvious, it's sort of natural to wonder why. Right?

Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.

its been a long night" "aren't they all?