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?

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

I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

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

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.

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.