I guess I consider myself at times to have intuition.

The better you learn to take care of yourself, the less you settle for being around people who can't or won't treat you as well as you're accustomed.

We all stood and gathered our backpacks and I looked at the floor around my chair to make sure I hadn’t dropped anything. I was terrified of unwittingly leaving behind a scrap of paper on which were written all my private desires and humiliations. The fact that no such scrap of paper existed, that I did not even keep a diary or write letters except bland, earnest, falsely cheerful ones to my family (We lost to St. Francis in soccer, but I think we’ll win our game this Saturday; we are working on self-portraits in art class, and the hardest part for me is the nose) never decreased my fear.

I'm SO trying to give up meat.

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.

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

... it struck me as so hard to believe I was really getting what I wanted; it was always easier to feel the lack of something than the thing itself.