Once you'd broken through that invisible barrier that separates one person from another, you were connected forever, whether you liked it or not.

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

She would be a mentor and an inspiration to girls like herself, the quiet ones who'd sleepwalked their way through high school, knowing nothing except that they couldn't possibly be happy with any of the choices the world seemed to be offering them.

Nothing beats novel writing because it's complete expression of you. You just control everything. Not even a movie director has that level of control.

I've been a little bit obsessed with religion, without being a religious person, for about a decade.

There's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it.

Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.