I don’t talk about my books while I’m writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel’s about until it’s done.
Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.
It was like when you’re a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-mart and it’s just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.
It’s all in the view. That’s what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you’d better make every second count.
It wasn’t about being happy or unhappy. I just didn’t want to be me anymore.
I’ve found in my own life that if my writing isn’t going well, not much else will. It is the one constant, the key to everything else.
No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don’t pay attention to the past, you’ll never understand the future. It’s all linked together.
It’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching and rarely discovered – so many locks not enough keys.
Teaching was great for me, because I got to show people how writing can really change the way you see not only yourself but the world.
Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside.
There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you’ve carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.
Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.
You get what you give, but also what you’re willing to take.
It’s always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.
The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote.
I think as a writer one of the benefits is that you can put things that you’re interested in into your books. I always have put a lot of food and restaurants because I was a waitress and I love to eat.
The bottom line is, what defines you isn’t how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it’s one more. you’re all good.
Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.
If you could just be nice, then you wouldn’t have to worry about arguments at all. but being nice wasn’t as easy as it seemed, especially when the rest of the world could be so mean.
Silence is so freaking loud.