The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.

I do dumb stuff, like playing my favorite dumb Barry White song and lip-synching into the mirror so it looks like his voice is coming out of my mouth.

Love will make a way out of no way

what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?

I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.

Race and class are the easiest divisions. It's very stupid

You can't know what a book is about until the very end. This is true of a book we're reading or writing.