I now understand that writing fiction was a seed planted in my soul, though I would not be ready to grow that seed for a long time.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

You’re like a candle in a dark room, throwing light backwards and forwards.

Most of the people are nice to live with, but not to do business with!

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

I've been a long time coming, and I'll be a long time gone. You've got your whole life to do something, and that's not very long.

You can grow without destroying the things that you love.

Kennedy was a lot of fun, always. He had something going on. But not Nixon.

I go fishing not to find myself but to lose myself.

We don't go anywhere. Going somewhere is for squares. We just go!

The more things change, the more they stay different.