People always write on my Facebook that they've seen somebody they thought was me on the subway, and I was cursing badly.

I just want fiction to remain a vital force for entertainment and not just for contemplation. Both things can exist.

The radio station was playing Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, a sure sign that things were much worse than they appeared.

My mother cranes her neck. Her ability to be fascinated by things is her best gift to me.

If you read only one memoir by a disaffected, urban, 20-something Jewish girl this year, make it this one. Shukert rocks the lulav.

The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (...) beautiful.

I wish I were stronger and more secure in myself so that I could really spend my life with a guy like Lenny. Because he has a different kind of strength than Joshie. He has the strength of his sweet tuna arms. He has the strength of putting his nose in my hair and calling it home. He has the strength to cry when I go down on him. Who IS Lenny? Who DOES that? Who will ever open up to me like that again? No one. Because it's too dangerous. Lenny is a dangerous man. Joshie is more powerful, but Lenny is much more dangerous.