When I got up again, I'd shed the only part of me that had ever thought I'd find words for even the smallest bit of life.

Even after the only person whose opinion I cared about left on a boat for America, I continued to fill pages with her name.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed …

This book is the account of a personal experience - so personal that for four years I could not bring myself to write it. It is different from anything else I …

Interviewer: I read a post on the Internet from a young girl who had been victimized by someone and her position was like, 'I can talk about this now because F…

My problem was that I felt ashamed of feeling sad or angry. Now, I don't hide my vulnerability in my lyrics. There's no way I was going to get raped and not ge…