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?

I feel like I need to give people a note with the book that says, 'I'm OK, no worries!'

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.

The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.

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

I would have done anything to feel real again.