I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.

It's not the child's responsibility to teach the parent who they are. It's the parent's responsibility to learn who the child is.

I didn't just want to be the one who was always looking around at the weird family members. I wanted to make my mistakes.

Life can very genuinely and realistically pile things on. It doesn't dole out the heartache and pain, or joy, perfectly.

In movies, you just see somebody close their eyes, and you go on to the next scene.

The ideal length of time for sex to last is the entire relationship, breaking only for snacks.

When I couldn't get ahold of cigarettes, I'd roll coffee grounds into typing paper and smoke that and then vomit.