Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.

I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.