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

I grew up in the '80s where there's a lot of these kind of post-apocalyptic, post-comet, post-whatever it was, so that always captured my imagination a lot as a little kid, that idea of getting access to secret places and being able to roam around where you're not supposed to.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.

People say children from broken homes have it hard, but the children of charmed marriages have their own particular challenges.

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