We are going to rig reality.

Reality TV is like driving drunk. You know it might kill you, but there is something rakishly sexy about tempting the fates.

Sometimes, a momentary truce in girlhood is much more precious than a guy you really like asking you out, sticking around even after getting the milk for free.

In a clear voice, Mrs. Ross said, "This may be where we mark Liam's time with us, but I don't want you to think this is where you have to come to think about Liam." She held the vase close to her chest. "Think about him always." Her mouth puckered. "Anywhere.

You’re showing young girls that you don’t have to be thin to be beautiful, many a freshly body positive women’s mag editor has started off an interview with me, causing my pelvic floor to seize up in a fit of fury. No, I correct them, I’m showing young girls that you don’t have to be beautiful to matter.

The last thing the world needs is one more woman with principles. What we need is women with money. Women with money have flexibility, and nothing is more dangerous than a woman who can bend any way she wants.

That would be the most surprising lesson I'd learn... You only scream when you're finally safe.

Sisters are reliably good for two things: hating and loving.

(Mr. Friedman) was always kind of dopey.""Actually, Bob is very smart. Too smart to be a teacher. It's why he doesn't connect with the stuxents.

...but already I know, this is not a feeling. This is a growth. Inoperable, benign but painfully pressing on a vital organ. It will be with me, hurting me and not killing me, all my life.