I get so lonely sometimes, I could put a box on my head and mail myself to a stranger.

When you do try to picture the boys who do ask you out, they're absolutely featureless, like old carvings eroded by centuries of rain and wind.

I think we fall in love and become adults and become citizens in a way by writing stories about ourselves.

Sure the world breeds monsters, but kindness grows just as wild.

There are women succeeding beyond their wildest dreams because of their sobriety.

That’s what’s so gorgeous about humanity. It doesn’t matter how bleak our daily lives are, we still fight for the light. I think that’s our divinity. We lean into love, even in the most hideous circumstances. We manage to hope.

The shreiking fight or the out-of-character insult endures forever, while the daily sweetness dissolves like sugar in water.