"I can't forget things, or ignore them-bad things that happen," I said. "I'm a lay-it-all-out person, a dwell-on-it person, an obsess-about-it person. If I hold things in and try to forget or pretend, I become a madman and have panic attacks. I have to talk.

I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes . . . it really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. As if readers will only like a character who's ideal--or completely shattered.

..we'll deal with it, because the good outweighs the bad.

How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?

I suffer migraines. I do not suffer fools.

My problem is I can think whatever I think—girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah — but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.

We can't know or say what other people do. You have to think what you want to do to get the situation where you want it to be.