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

Probably I, like a lot of people, became a writer in imitation of or in homage to the books I enjoyed. When you're so captivated by something, you think, could I do that? Hmm, let me try

I have this theory that the likeability question comes up so much more with female characters created by female authors than it does with male characters and male authors

To be a person who sees a political ad on television and takes the statements in it as fact, how can you exist in this world? How is it you're not robbed daily by charlatans who knock at your door?

There are a lot of things in the world that are a lot weirder than psychic abilities, that we accept as true.

..and I thought how liking a boy was just the same as believing you wanted to know a secret - everything was better when you were denied and could feel tormented by curiousity or loneliness. But the moment of something happening was treacherous. It was just so tiring to have to worry about whether your face was peeling, or to have to laugh at stories that weren’t funny.