The dark covers me and I cannot run now.

Life happens. There is no point in being upset or down about things we can't control or change.

I wouldn't say I'm a feminist, but I don't like girls pretending to be stupid because it's easier.

I don't care what people think about me. Never did, never will. Life is too short to be worrying about that shit.

A little bit of anorexia, a little bit of bulimia. I'm not totally OK now but I don't think any woman is.

If you don't throw yourself into something, you'll never know what you could have had.

And as a writer, your self-worth is literally based on the last thing you wrote.