I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Campbell" Julia says "Don't do this to me"
"Do what?"
"Push me off the same cliff twice

You have to create characters who will whisk people away from their ordinary lives.

The thing that most people didn't understand...was that a rape victim and a victim of a fatal accident were both gone, forever. The difference was that the rape victim still had to go through the motions of being alive.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.