I actually liked the disolation of winter; it was the season when it was okay to be unhappy. If I were to ever kill myself, I thought it would be in the summer.

Is the depressing part that he's only half right - it's not that she doesn't need rescuing but that nobody else will be able to do it? She has always somehow known that she is the one who will have to rescue herself. Or maybe what's depressing is that this knowledge seems like it should make life easier, and instead it makes it harder.

I don't think it's shameful to admit that some days your time can be better spent reading than writing.

I guess I consider myself at times to have intuition.

I do think I was trying to entertain the reader more than I was trying to purge myself.

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

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.