There's Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain

The Interesting Part About The Writing Process Is That You Can Never See All The Way To The End, Not If Something Is Happening Over The Course Of A Year And A Half, Or Two Years.

It's Not The Cheating. It's The Hunger For An Alternative. The Refusal To Accept Unhappiness.

I'm Not Sure That It's Possible To Write A Novel About People Who Don't Transgress Or Stumble, People Who Don't Surprise Themselves With The Things They Do, People Who Can Explain All Their Actions With Perfect Logical Consistency. At Least It's Not Possible For Me To Write That Sort Of Novel.

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.

Apparently Even The Most Awful Tragedies, And The People They'd Ruined, Got A Little Stale After A While.