People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

It's easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing unattainable thing or whatever, and started being, like, just a regular girl with a weird relationship with food and frequent crankiness wh's kind of bossy--then I had to basically start liking a while different person.

This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around & telling stories.

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt

We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?

Cold,” he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. “Not cold so much as underoxygenated,” I said. “I love it when you talk medical to me,” he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.