Sometimes He Felt Sure That The Key

She Went Around With A Broken Heart, And She Wasn't Sure Who'd Broken It. She Thought It Was Herself, Mostly.

You Carry Your Past With You Even If You Don't Remember Any Of It.

But Then She Hadn’t Just Learned To Love This Summer – She Had Also Learned How To Need.

Gestating Characters Feels Something Like The Mental Equivalent Of Gestating A Baby. In Both Cases, To Create Them You Lose Yourself. Or At Least You Reshape Yourself To Encompass Them.

As A Writer, You Live In Such Isolation. It's Hard To Imagine Your Book Has A Life Beyond You.