Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn't like people who didn't think. I didn't know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?

We live inside our parents' backstory.

That's what makes best friends. It's not whether or not you live on the same block or go to the same school, but how you feel about each other in your hearts.

I feel like the world stopped. And I got off...and then it started spinning again, but too fast for me to hop back on. I feel like I'm still trying to get a...to get some kind of foothold on living

What you say is what matters.

When I'm writing flawed characters, I just think about my own flaws.

I pay a lot of attention to whitespace. I pay a lot of attention to the rhythm of words together.