Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen - fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.

Mainly, I try not to think about my readers as I write - I just think of my characters and myself - If they're interesting to me, my hope is that they'll be interesting to others as well.

I feel like so much of what I'm doing is making a road where there is no road and inviting people on that road with me. It's scary. It's scary, but I can't listen to the voices that are saying form is the only way, or that there is only this kind of form or that kind of form.

We live inside our parents' backstory.

Keep on doing what you're doing.

If I loved someone enough, I would go anywhere in the world with them." —Staggerlee