...thinking that the world was like an orange, that I could split it open with my thumbnail and find a whole different world, the grown-up world, the secrets beneath the skin.
Jennifer WeinerThe idea you can tell a writer of a specific religion to stop writing about that religion is presumptuous.
Jennifer WeinerI have these "pinch me" moments when I realize I got to be the thing I wanted to be growing up. I'm right where I belong.
Jennifer WeinerSo here I am. Twenty-eight years old, with thirty looming on the horizon. Drunk. Fat. Alone. Unloved. And, worst of all, a cliche, Ally McBeal and Bridget Jones put together, which was probably about how much I weighed.
Jennifer Weiner