I'd really like to write a book about Timothy McVeigh, but it would only work if he cooperated.

Feminism is a good venue for getting yourself across as much as for getting your point across.

In life, single women are the most vulnerable adults. In movies, they are given imaginary power.

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.

And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?

In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead.

And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn’t see how desperate I was, or if they could they didn’t care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didn’t believe there was anything they could do, not knowing—or not wanting to know—that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference.