Find joy in everything you choose to do. Every job, relationship, home... it's your responsibility to love it, or change it.

That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.

I dread the promotion part of my job. It's agony, especially compared to the private, at-home joy of writing. But being a grown-up means doing every part of the larger task.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.