I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.

Books—they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.

The Venn Diagram of boys who don’t like smart girls and boys you don’t wanna date is a circle.

The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I'd stumbled into what my mother referred to as "the wrong crowd," but for the wrong crowd, they both seemed awfully smart.

We left. We did not say: Don't drive, You're drunk. We did not say: We aren't letting you in that car when you are upset. We did not say: We insist on going with you. We did not say: This can wait until tomorrow. Anything-everything-can wait.

I thought you hung the moon.