I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

Still, there was also was something reassuring about working for Commercial, almost hopeful. Like things that were lost could be found again. As we drove away, I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on.