God, it's like reality's completely shifted on me. I used to think I was standing on such solid ground. If I wanted something badly enough, I just worked like hell for it. Now I can't decide what to do, which move to make. All the things I counted on aren't there for me anymore.

The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

We dream our dreams, and sometimes they take us to places we never anticipate. But they are our dreams, and we go where they lead.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

I devote most of my day to writing, and try to turn out at least four pages a day. As for what triggers the creative process, it's a mystery to me! Characters often just walk on the page and I wait to see what they do and say while I'm writing them.

We never know until the beast of opportunity is staring us in the face.