... Nothing Broke My Heart Like The

After I’d Told Her – The Mall, The Taxi, Cross Stroking My Hair – She Said, ‘did He Kiss You?’ ‘john And Martin Totally Would Have Seen That,’ I Said, And As I Felt Myself Implying The Circumstances Had Prevented Our Kissing, I Thought Maybe This Was Why You Told Stories To Other People – For How Their Possibilities Enlarged In The Retelling.

I Think It's Significantly Easier To Be A Female Writer Today Than In The Early 1800's. That Said, It's Hard To Imagine Almost Anyone Who Knows Anything About Publishing Disagreeing With The Statement That Women Writers Today Are Often Taken Much Less Seriously Than Men Writers. But It's Hard To Quantify, And Even Define, What Being Taken Seriously Means.

I Always Worried Someone Would Notice Me, And Then When No One Did, I Felt Lonely.

..and I Thought How Liking A Boy Was Just The Same As Believing You Wanted To Know A Secret - Everything Was Better When You Were Denied And Could Feel Tormented By Curiousity Or Loneliness. But The Moment Of Something Happening Was Treacherous. It Was Just So Tiring To Have To Worry About Whether Your Face Was Peeling, Or To Have To Laugh At Stories That Weren’t Funny.

In Life We're Most Hell-bent On Proving Things That We're Not Really Sure Are True.