I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can't help it, it's what I've always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what's coveted, what's au courant? I think most people do this, they just don't admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they are too lazy or stupid to pull a switch.

I'm a true-crime addict. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but I can't stop.

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.