Ella was vapid and worthless at least nine-tenths of the time, but when she got really mad, her face became sharp and purposeful. Almost vicious. Like if Barbie were suddenly possessed by Atilla the Hun.

Another funny thing about having friends was that they expected things of you. they made you want to not be a terrible, awful, execrable person. They made you feel worse when you were one. It was a lot easier not to have any friends.

When I first heard the word existential, I didn't know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.

Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

I don't do rewrites. I put all the pages in a pile next to the typewriter.

As pathetic as it was, she'd rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.

the more the merrier. so enjoy reading more books