"When I am at my sickest, I put a huge amount of effort into fooling everyone: the hair, the makeup, the chatter. You either never see me—I've been so busy—or I’m my very best self in public before rushing home to numb out again."
"...the people helming my company want to squeeze all of the life and writing out of me until I die a mangled track marked-ridden mess of a beauty editor has-been on Avenue D or where ever it is I take my final breath, wearing Patrizia Pepe leather clamdiggers (don't ask) and a gory old noseblood-smock, with a Juicepress Dr. Green clutched in bony hand."
"Like many shitty white feminists before you, you are completely dumb + out of touch with other women. Read some Paglia."
"Miss Rand now tells us that what we have thought was right is really wrong. The lesson should have read: One for one and none for all."
"The most interesting thing about writing is the way that it obliterates time. Three hours seem like three minutes. Then there is the business of surprise. I never know what is coming next. The phrase that sounds in the head changes when it appears on the page. Then I start probing it with a pen, finding new meanings. Sometimes I burst out laughing at what is happening as I twist and turn sentences. Strange business, all in all. One never gets to the end of it. That’s why I go on, I suppose. To see what the next sentences I write will be."
"MY FIRST COLUMN OF THE NEW YEAR WILL BE ABOUT THE TIME I GOT CHOKED OUT BY [THE]CENTRAL PARK RESERVIOR[.]"
