Quotes

[on her father's alleged 'Minecraft addiction'] "As soon as he gets home from work he snatches a soda from the fridge and, then, goes downstairs. There logs into one of my brother's many computers. Next thing you know, he's working on that stupid castle of his. Click-click, he adds another dull gray brick. It's oddly depressing. I mean, how does he not get bored?"

Sometimes I feel strangely useless. I'm the friend you call when you need to scam H out of a pimp or meet a local rock star... though I can't do normal things. My life is too screwed up. I'm like an alien. A crazy, scag-addled, book-writing alien with press passes.

They say gentlemen prefer blondes, yet marry brunettes. I wonder how redheads fit into the picture.

Being physically dependent on heroin sucked, yes, but it was awfully interesting. I kind of liked having a shocking, dramatic flaw. Now I'm just a stubborn person who can't speak French.

Of course I'm fascinated by the Mitford sisters. I'm the sort of person who calls debutantes "debs" with a straight face. That's because I would've been one if I hadn't been such a menace.

Fanfiction, not imitation, is the greatest form of flattery.