Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them." "I don't believe in ghosts," I said, faintly. "Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there," she replied.

You can’t save others from themselves because those who make a perpetual muddle of their lives don’t appreciate your interfering with the drama they’ve created. They want your poor-sweet-baby sympathy, but they don’t want to change.

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.

There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.

Pay minimum wage, you get minimum work. Nobody seems to get that.

You write one book and you're ready for fame and fortune. I don't know that people are spending the time and attention on learning how to write-which takes years. Everybody sees the success stories.

People talk about dysfunctional families; I've never seen any other kind.