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.

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

She opened her mouth but did not immediately speak, and I felt, simultaneously, the impulse to coax the words from her and the impulse to suppress them. I always thought I wanted to know a secret, or I wanted an event to unfold – I wanted my life to start – but in those rare moments when it seemed like something might actually change, panic shot through me.

I guess because twins have this mystique, and triplets - I think the normal sibling connection potentially can be very powerful, and there's this idea that it's even more powerful. It really is, not just someone like me, but another version of me.

I'm SO trying to give up meat.