I love to write. But it has never gotten any easier to do and you can't expect it to if you keep trying for something better than you can do.

I came to abominate my body, I came to sense that two eyes, two hands, two lungs are as monstrous as two faces.

Aah, God help us, how sleazy is it, and how has it come to this? a rented palace, a denial of the passage of time, a mogul on the black-diamond slopes of the IT sector thinks he's a rock star.

Sometimes the worst thing that happens to you, the thing you think you can't survive...it's the thing that makes you better than you used to be.

Written By Jennifer Weiner

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