No matter the truth, people see what they want to see.

I guess I was popular in high school.

Even now, I change my style and clothes from one day to the next, but during high school I blended in. I think a lot of people are that way. I guess that's why I can write about an array of characters.

You know when you see a gorgeous boy on the street and you say to your friend, "Look at him!" and then your friend makes a face like, ugly? We all have such totally varied tastes that someone is going to look at you and think, yum-yum dee-lish, no matter what you think you look like. You just have to learn to see what they see.

the only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.

There's a boy who they call Pony! He's always acting gross and horny! He thinks he's got a lot down there, but he sure wears tiny underwear!

I always resented books that tried to teach a lesson, where the characters are too good: They don't swear, they tell their mothers everything.