She maintained a careful balance by her window, never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far.

I'm not funny. People assume that because my books are funny, I'll be funny in real life. It's the inevitable disappointment of meeting me.

I think it's very pretty. Can it be pretty if no one thinks it's pretty? I think it's pretty. If you're the only one? That's pretty pretty. And what about the boys? Don't you want them to think you're pretty? I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.

She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

I spent my life learning to feel less.

I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.