Regret is a pilgrimage back to the place where I was free to choose.

But if you kept thinking about a fight you’d lost, Mom said, you were programming yourself to lose again.

I want a real encounter with something true and disconcerting about peoples' natures.

I moved to New York with the derangement of love. I was writing all these terrible stories, but I had never been happier.

When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them.

"I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies-a cypress age, a Sawtooth age-I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.

My favorite classes were always dumb nerdy vocabulary.