I'm not nearly smart enough or imaginative enough to tackle the novel form. Never happen.

Having a great dad probably permitted me to pal around with guys in a way that some women don't.

When I got sober, I thought giving up was saying goodbye to all the fun and all the sparkle, and it turned out to be just the opposite. That's when the sparkle started for me.

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.

It turned out to be impossible for me to 'run away' in the sense other American teenagers did. Any movement at all was taken for progress in my family.

Memoir is not an act of history but an act of memory, which is innately corrupt.

As a memoirist, I strive for veracity.