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

Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.

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

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

And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

There are a million talented writers who are unpublished only because they stop writing when it gets hard.