In high school, during marathon phone conversations, cheap pizza dinners and long suburban car rides, I began to fall for boys because of who they actually were, or at least who I thought they might become.

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

She thought about him all the time - not so much about Doug the individual, but rather about the nature of love, and the shock of learning how quickly it could disappear.

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

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

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.

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.