I publish my own books, so there isn't a certain editor I owe the book to at a publishing house.

Every part of my body felt electric. My chest ached and my head throbbed with the great terrible limitless possibility of the morning, and when it came, the sky was washed white, everything was new, and I hadn't slept at all.

At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do.

Paper is a uniquely beautiful format, more so than the web, I think: you need to invest in the aesthetics.

The only thing that everyone needs to look out for is keeping the students reading through high school and thereafter.

Hello Frances, I have just been to health class, and I was wondering how your feminine parts were developing.

Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.