... somehow I couldn't stop. I had turned into someone that I would have pitied in another life; someone who searched for signs, who analyzed patterns, who went over every word in a conversation looking for hidden meanings, secret signals, the subtext that said, Yes, I still love you, of course I still love you.
Jennifer WeinerIf a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer?
Jennifer WeinerI wonder if novels work for women because they give us a safe place to talk about our ish.
Jennifer Weiner