We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

Because sometimes there are problems bigger than this week’s end of the world and sometimes you just have to find the extraordinary in your ordinary life.

It's love. But it's a different kind, ""Doesn't make it any less love, though.

But when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too.

Funny how you can forget that every family isn't like yours.

What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

It'll make you look rugged, ' Mel says.'Because I woke up this morning, ' I say, 'and the one thing I realized I lacked was ruggedness.

I don't want to die. I want to live. I want to live long enough so I can really live.

I love that you're worried, ' she says, 'but you're worried about all the wrong things.

We're each other's questions, aren't we? The question that never gets an answer.

If you're too specific, people will purposely mishear you so they can be outraged about whatever thing that usually outrages them.

Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home.Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share withsomeone you love, I mean?

While the law cannot force a person to be moral or tolerant, through the law we can demand respect and expect equality.

First drafts are for learning what your story is about.

Teenagers are people who act like babies if they're not treated like adults.

Under pressure, the mouth speaks when the brain is disengaged, and, sometimes unwittingly, the gearshift is in reverse when it should be in neutral.

Indifference is a misguided way of defending ourselves.

All I say is, if you cannot ride two horses you have no right in the circus.

Now that I'm on top, everyone wants to bring me down. Everyone's trying to tug at me and take my spot.

Woman is generally so bad that the difference between a good and a bad woman scarcely exists.

The public is the only critic whose judgment is worth anything at all.