I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen.

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination.

Darkness is subject to light, and can never manifest itself in the presence of light.

A multithreaded file system is only a performance hack.

The words "question" and "quest" are cognates. Only through inquiry can we discover truth.

The designer of a new kind of system must participate fully in the implementation.

I've always said to my men friends, If you really care for me, darling, you will give me territory. Give me land, give me land.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

I am prescribing a lot more apps than medications these days.

I'll need my whole lifetime to polish my craft.

The state, it cannot too often be repeated, does nothing, and can give nothing, which it does not take from somebody.