I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

I don't know how women stop being friends with other women.

I've learned about marrying poetry and prose and making both accessible.

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

I think boys don't always like to read books with female protagonist - I don't even know what to say about this.

No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.

I think that happens for a lot of people, they have this idea that there's only one type of way to write poetry and that you have to have this information. You have to know about meter, you have to know about form, you have to know about iambic pentameter, and all of that.