It was a vicious cycle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew.

The web is my unconscious but it's also a wish -- a fantasy of what my own creativity might look like if I weren't constantly impeding its flow.

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

Although I am good at enumerating my father’s flaws, it’s hard for me to sustain much anger at him. I expect this is partly because he’s dead, and partly because the bar is lower for fathers than it is for mothers.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.

I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.