...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page.

Many trees have died so that the Catholic Church can preach against homosexuality.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

It's a fallacy that writers have to shut themselves up in their ivory towers to write. I have all these interruptions, three of which I gave birth to. If I was thrown for a loop every time I was distracted I could never get anything done.

Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?