I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival

The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.

She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

I would have done anything to feel real again.

People focus on the darker female characters in my books, but for every one of those, I can also show you an equally screwed up man that no one ever comments about, or a nicer woman that no one comments about.

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

I am a cutter, you see. Also a snipper, a slicer, a carver, a jabber. I am a very special case. I have a purpose. My skin, you see, screams. It's covered with words - cook, cupcake, kitty, curls - as if a knife-wielding first-grader learned to write on my flesh. I sometimes, but only sometimes, laugh. Getting out of the bath and seeing, out of the corner of my eye, down the side of a leg: baby-doll. Pulling on a sweater, and in a flash of my wrist: harmful. Why these words?