People are going to judge you all the time no matter what you do...Don't worry about other people. Worry about you.

I have met women who don't have close women friends, and I've always been like, "How could that possibly be?"

A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense.

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

Everything I write, I read out loud. It has to sound a certain way. It has to look a certain way on the page.

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

In all your getting, get understanding.