It's never that hard for me to imagine what it must feel like to be someone else, whether it's an American teenage girl or a Japanese octogenarian man

Anyone who's really interested in anything spends time alone.

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?

I'm SO trying to give up meat.

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

... nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.

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