Dialogue comes naturally to me and I can hear the characters' voices in the scenes.
Take what people give you. Drink their milkshakes.
If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.
Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.
I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.
Hardest thing: creating something out of nothing - the first draft is torturous.