I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

Throwing things horrified me. I suffered extreme, paralyzing anxiety when it came to anything remotely athletic. I wouldn't even run to catch the school bus because I knew I'd trip and then get teased for a year.

This is what you should know about losing someone you love. They do not travel alone. You go with them.

Truthfulness itself is almost medication, even when it’s served without advice or insight.

You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.

When people meet me, many times they're very surprised because they expect someone who is kind of wacky with seven piercings and very hip and cool and New York City, and I'm not.