When a regular person gets sick, they take an aspirin. When a writer gets sick, they take notes.

I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.

I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live. I tell myself: I deserved this. This is exactly what I wanted.

We're so structured and micromanaged, this isn't a world anymore, it's a damn cruise ship.

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.

Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.