... he was juggling issues and solving problems, which was why his brain had no space left for memories.

I'm really enjoying being single. I'm not even looking to meet anybody, which is so freeing.

I love Chicago. I lived there briefly for three months and kept a boat under one of those space-age buildings. It was very Jetsons.

If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn't want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.

I'm not ashamed of anything I've done. Shame is a useless emotion.

When I was 8, I was reading a book in which it was snowing. When I looked outside, I expected there to be snow on the ground. I thought, "This is the most powerful thing I can do! I'm going to be a writer."

It was scary how a girl couldn't live without friends.