I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.

I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.

I'm obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s. It's such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.

I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.

I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not happy, help me -- like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.

...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.