The thing I longed for as a teenager is now an object of neglect and scorn. I've grown to hate my telephone.

The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or, sadder yet, no longer necessary.

The signature of a truly enviable woman is the tenacity and continuity of her women friends.

I really worked at becoming more assertive, and now none of my friends talk to me.

As I ramble through life, whatever be my goal, I will unfortunately always keep my eye upon the doughnut and not upon the whole.

to live life as a writer is a very lucky thing.

Sometimes I want to clean up my desk and go out and say, respect me, I'm a respectable grown-up, and other times I just want to jump into a paper bag and shake and bake myself to death.