I don't really think of my essays as being about myself. I know it sounds insane, but I just don't think of them as a memoir. They're essays; they're not an autobiography.

Suburbia is too close to the country to have anything real to do and too close to the city to admit you have nothing real to do.

You feel like telling him you're not single in the way that he thinks you're single. After all, you have yourself.

In every woman's wardrobe, there are certain accessories that cannot be separated from their back stories.

There's an 'Everything must go!' emotional liquidation feel to the end of your twenties, isn't there? What will happen if we turn thirty and we're not 'ready?' You don't feel entirely settled in any aspect of your life, even if you are on paper.

I like to try to do a little work before I do anything in the morning, even if it's a paragraph.

Picture it in your mind's nostril: you get in a cab in time to catch twin thugs named Vomit and Cologne assaulting a defenseless pine-tree air freshener.