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

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

There are a million talented writers who are unpublished only because they stop writing when it gets hard.

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

It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.

For those who need a name, there's a gift basket of medical terms. All I know is cutting made me feel safe. It was proof. Thoughts and words, captured where I could see them and track them. The truth, stinging, on my skin, in a freakish shorthand. Tell me you're going to the doctor, and I'll want to cut worrisome on my arm. Say you've fallen in love and I buzz the outlines of tragic over my breast. I hadn't necessarily wanted to be cured.

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