She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite

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

I like the discipline of writing a script. You can't go into the character's head - you have to find these creative ways to help externalize what they're thinking.

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

I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can't help it, it's what I've always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what's coveted, what's au courant? I think most people do this, they just don't admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they are too lazy or stupid to pull a switch.

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.