My fears came true: People called me fat and hideous, and I lived. And now I keep living.

Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life.

Let's call a spade a spade - a lot of times when you are a vegetarian it is a just not very effective eating disorder.

It doesn't occur to so many people that if you don't have a clear heterosexual, gender confirming identity that there are parts of day-to-day life - like using a bathroom or getting your clothes - that just aren't going to be as easy.

I think that people in the phase between being someone's kid and being someone's parent have always been uniquely narcissistic, but that social media and Twitter and LiveJournal make it really easy to navel-gaze in a way that you've never been able to before. People taking pictures of what they eat and showing them on their Facebook. People assume that people have a level of interest in what they're doing that's maybe far greater than it is, although there is an audience for all that stuff.

I would have specific books [when I was 12 or 13] that had pages that I knew had sex on them that I would go and read.

I thought about ["Summer Sisters" ] so often as I was writing about these female characters who love each other and hated each other and were sort of in love with each other.