The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.

I spend most of every day writing. I like to write every day if I can. I don't start extremely early.

I have a lot of novels that I haven't finished. I usually get 150 pages in and I realize it's not going anywhere. I don't publish everything I write. I must have six unfinished novels at least.

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.

The zipper opened all the way down our spines.

My change from girl to boy was far less dramatic than the distance anybody travels from infancy to adulthood.