Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.

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 not someone who can be depended one five days a week. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday? I don't even get out of bed five days in a row-I often don't remember to eat five days in a row. Reporting to a workplace, where I should need to stay for eight hours-eight big hours outside my home- was unfeasible.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?