I have several writer friends, but I don’t involve them in my work process. I’m more likely to talk about the business of publishing with them.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
The truth doesn’t always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies.
A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.
Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I’ve decided, is only a slow sewing shut.
Did you ever walk through a room that’s packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?
You can’t exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind.
Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.
It doesn’t take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.
My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn’t a social construct but an instinct.
Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.
They say that there are moments that open up your life like a walnut cracked, that change your point of view so that you never look at things the same way again.
After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.
Superheroes were born in the minds of people desperate to be rescued.
Just because you keep something a secret doesn’t mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.
Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?
He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again – the year I realize that love doesn’t follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.
In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.
Parents aren’t the people you come from. They’re the people you want to be, when you grow up.