I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.

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 find it really offensive when people say that the emotional experiences of teenagers are less real or less important than those of adults. I am an adult, and I used to be a teenager, and so I can tell you with some authority that my feelings then were as real as my feelings are now.

If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world, I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.

And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's something that happens with you.

But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness

My responsibility is to try to tell true stories. To me a true story is always hopeful, but never simply, uncomplicatedly happy.