Write,' she said, 'as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth.

If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.

Art isn't a product. It's an experience

My father used to say there are two kinds of people: the noticers and the noticed

The beach was empty and dark but she couldn't hear her fear over the call of the surf.

The most successful people in the most impossible situations are the ones that are sure they're gonna get out of it, and they go on thinking that, even if they die trying.

When you get older, you think of sadness in a different way. You don't judge it so harshly.

You're so dehydrated I can hear you blink.

Regrets serve their purpose. You'll see.

Her changing perception of time had altered the sum of her reflections.

Resilience, thy name is Devine.