It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.

The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

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.

Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.