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

I feel like a lot of life is distasteful and embarrassing. And you just push through it. You fix what you can, and you let time pass.

I don't think that I would ever, while writing, think to myself, "I need a little more psychological realism."

I'm able to separate fiction and reality. I guess it remains to be seen if other people are.

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

When you are a high school girl, there is nothing more miraculous than a high school boy.

What greater happiness is there than the privilege of being bored together?