I love Jules Feiffer. I didn't discover him until I was a little older.

In a narcissistic cathexis, you invest more energy into your ideas about another person than in the actual, objective, external person. So the man who falls in love with beauty is quite different from the man who loves a girl and feels she is beautiful and can see what is beautiful about her.

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

I probably read Harriet the Spy about 70,000 times.

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

I'd been upstaged, demoted from protagonist in my own drama to comic relief in my parents' tragedy

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.