I write about broken people who need other people in order to go on. But those are the only kind of people I know to exist. We are all broken.

Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.

The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.

I realize that they giggle and I actually laugh, that they show their cleavage and I have none to show, but just so you know, I am also a girl. I'm one of the three wise MEN. And it's gay to think that James Bond is hot.

But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.