I do think anger is so difficult for women. Girls think it undermines their femininity it's not very ladylike.

I once heard someone say that the concept of moderation seems a little extreme, and tonight...I agree.

But in college, we can wear our alcohol abuse as proudly as our university sweatshirts; the two concepts are virtually synonymous.

I’ve been thinking I’d like to be Daisy; I’d like to have someone like Gatsby stare at my house for whole years and never stop dreaming of me

Like most women, I remember my first drink in tender minutiae.

I think statistics go in one ear and out the other. All of us respond to stories more than numbers.

I think for one, we have to really accept that anger is a normal human emotion that can be a positive force for change.

I have been a ballerina, a cheerleader and a sorority girl. I was the girliest girl alive.

Me? I'm just a literary girl gone wrong. Slow with the tongue. Quick with the pen. Undeniably cute. But, on the whole, ill-equipped for the privilege of living.

I can’t help thinking about memoir as a down-and-up process: Dive down for color; come up for context. Sink back down for action; climb back up for self-awareness and gratitude.

For the first month of school, writing is its own upper. Pounding on my computer keys feels like playing the piano, like arranging words into harmony that sings back to me.

dragonflies circled me, the sun knifing off the brilliant blues and yellows of their bodies.

There is really no substitute for a well thought out and perfectly executed plan of action.

Wives live longer than husbands because they're not married to women.

I came to grotesque language in the patriarchal culture under the dictatorship. The body that was broken into pieces is a sick body. I put the disease of this world and my sick body together.

I'm not a huge drama person. I think I liked them more when I was younger.

You are God. You are not the ego. You are God!

The single most amazing phenomenon is the discrediting of idealism.

Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.

To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.

But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.