Women leave their marriages when they can't take any more. Men leave when they find someone new.

When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.

We don't always do the things our parents want us to do, but it is their mistake if they can't find a way to love us anyway.

She had once said that she believed the women's liberation movement of the sixties and seventies was actually a ploy by men to get women to do more.

I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking.

Fiction will always be my greatest love, with poetry close behind.

For whatever reason, various outlets and individuals are committed to making the world think that young girls don't talk or care about feminism anymore, that it's totally over. But it's not.