I think that social networking makes people more connected, yet more distant, so there are people with less ties to real friend groups and less a sense of self.

The people accusing me of being productive don't know how hard it is for me to just bend my elbow sometimes.

There are so many reactions to art that make sense to me - but 'ick' means something.

There is a sort of backlash of people who feel like you're not representing them accurately, and you want to say as elegantly as you can, "I wasn't trying to represent you I, was just doing what I could do to make being alive easier for me." And if it helped anyone or made them feel comforted in the process then it's the greatest thing you can ask for.

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.

I shared a bed with my sister, Grace, until I was seventeen years old. She was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5:00 P.M. every day whether she could sleep with me. I put on a big show of saying no, taking pleasure in watching her beg and sulk, but eventually I always relented. Her sticky, muscly little body thrashed beside me every night as I read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even as I slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out.

I think if you feel like you were born to write, then you probably were.