Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy.

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 would have done anything to feel real again.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

There are a million talented writers who are unpublished only because they stop writing when it gets hard.

To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.