“A glimpse at my night stand gives the mostly true impression that I am a book hoarder.”

“Character development is what I value most as a reader of fiction. If an author can manage to create the sort of characters who feel fully real, who I find myself worrying about while I'm walking through the grocery store aisles a week later, that to me is as close to perfection as it gets.”

“Fiction will always be my greatest love, with poetry close behind.”

“For whatever reason, various outlets and individuals are committed to making the world think that young girls don't talk or care about feminism anymore, that it's totally over. But it's not.”

“I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking.”

“I know a lot of women who embody what it means to be a feminist but do not want to use that word. The misperceptions about what it's all about have gotten into their heads.”

“I like dressing up for dates and dissecting a dinner conversation with a new guy to determine if he might be The One.”

“I love making lists.”

“I love the smell of a man's skin.”

“I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.”

“I sometimes read on the subway, but I'm a hopeless eavesdropper and get easily distracted by strangers' conversations.”

“In high school, during marathon phone conversations, cheap pizza dinners and long suburban car rides, I began to fall for boys because of who they actually were, or at least who I thought they might become.”

“Reading poetry gives me a sense of calm, well-being, and love for humanity - the same stuff more flexible women get from yoga.”

“The hardest part about writing fiction is finding long stretches of time to do it: for me, this means writing mostly on Saturdays and Sundays. But I am always thinking about my characters, jotting down ideas in stolen moments and hoping I'll be able to make sense of them when the weekend rolls around.”

“When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.”