No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.

Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.

I felt no shame in these activities, because I understood what almost no one else seemed to grasp: that there was only an infinitesimal difference, a difference so small that it barely existed except as a figment of the human imagination, between working in a tall green glass building on Park Avenue and collecting litter in a park. In fact, there may have been no difference at all.

Reading is the nourishment that lets you do interesting work.

Sometimes I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think like where will I be standing when I look back Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... or what

I'm always happy," Sasha said. "Sometimes I just forget.

I haven't had writer's block. I think it's because my process involves writing very badly.