I love the smell of a man's skin.

I love making lists.

The girls said she was too cynical about love, but how could you not be? On the surface, relations between men and women were all soft kisses and white gowns and hand-holding. But underneath they were a scary, complicated, ugly mess, just waiting to rise to the surface.

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

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

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