I don't think women are, by definition, toxic to one another. I think women are simultaneously competitive toward and idolatrous of each other. I thrive on that challenge and that desire.

Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"

I don't usually read my reviews. I've noticed older reviewers are much more bothered by the plot complications. Younger reviews don't seem to be bothered by the complications at all.

I've subsequently become conscious of MAKING MEMORIES. Which makes me sound like a scrapbooker.

I always think it's useful to get an outside opinion.

To believe you're being psychically attacked gives you an understanding of your illness that no Western doctor can provide; this can be reassuring when you've exhausted the Western doctor tool kit, and the doctors are sending you to acupuncturists for pain relief.

I wish somebody knew whether or not I'm Jewish.