“The truth: after just one novel, I had lost touch with my muse. The quietly desperate, jaded girl in my head had stopped slinging sardonic wit into my psyche.”

“Just when I figured out how to quiet the characters in my head, the multiple stories my creative muse wants me to write started screaming for attention!”

“A novel seemed the easiest way to get what I had had in my head into the inside of other people's heads. Books are good that way.”

“You're the first girl who's had the guts to touch my controls.”

“Tired from my all-nighter with my friends, I just kept walking, my head bursting with their conversations, the things I had learned-Laura had had to take the morning-after pill-but none were as loud as the conversations I was having with myself in my head. That, I could never switch off. I don’t think I’d ever thought so much, and talked so little, in my life.”

“I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.”