I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.

I think that there's some confusion in my own mind about what I believe.

I've had people say very dismissive things about my books, but I also feel like I probably have more readers because I'm a woman. I mean, more readers are women and more people who buy books are women, so I don't feel like it's a total disadvantage to be a female writer.

But I never thought of who he wasn't, I never had to explain or defend him to myself, I didn't even care what we talked about.

In life we're most hell-bent on proving things that we're not really sure are true.

I feel like if you read something, and it makes you so curious about a topic that you then go read something else, that's exciting.

Ordinarily, of course, I thought it best to remain inconspicuous, but the gesture had a certain irresistable theatricaility, and an inevitablility. Sometimes you can feel the pull of what other people want from you, and you sacrifice yourself, you risk seeming odd or sunsavory, to keep them entertained.