One of the pitfalls about writing about illness is that it is very easy to imagine people with cancer as either these wise-beyond-their-years creatures or these sad-eyed tragic people. And the truth is, people living with cancer are very much like people who are not living with cancer. They're every bit as funny and complex and diverse as anyone else.

Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa.

My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

Different authors write different ways, have different relationships with their audiences, and those are all legitimate.

You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.