I hate news and information and anything that threatens to puncture the bubble of oblivion in which I live.

He's a really nice guy, if only I weren't me.

Before I'm a writer, I'm definitely a reader and when I read memoir, I really want it to be true.

I don't really think of my blog as a real blog. It's a lame blog. It's more like my when-the-mood-strikes update, or smoke signal.

I'm always prepared for the worst.

It was unnerving, the way she could go from cool efficiency to sarcastic to sweet within the space of thirty seconds. I found it very manipulative and controlling. It put the other person constantly on-guard. And it was extremely intimidating because you never knew when she was going to snap. I made a mental note to refine these skills within myself.

Nobody's trying to kill you, Deirdre. You're killing yourself.