Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren't choices at all.

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

And this wasn’t lying, not really. It was leaving out.

I started writing seriously when I was about 12. I am always in the mood.

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

The crazy people of the world...shouldn't get to win. If God won't make it better after they do have their shitty little victories, then ordinary people have to. They have to try, at least.

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.