Anne Thériault

In 2012, Ross published a book called “The Science Behind Jurassic Park”, which spent a remarkable twelve weeks on the New York Times bestseller list.

Every morning I wake up tense, my fists clenched and my arms pressed into my chest. It’s as if I’m braced for impact, like I’m about to crash-land into the day.

Dear Friends Who Take Selfies, I want you to know that I love it when you post pictures of yourself. I know selfies get a lot of bad press, but I think they’re rad.

We never say that all men deserve to feel beautiful. We never say that each man is beautiful in his own way.

Some people have said that performing any sexual act constitutes losing one’s virginity, but that seems like much too broad of a definition.

I am tired of talking about feminism to men.

We take pictures and write status updates and scrawl out journal entries because we’re trying to put together some kind of lasting story about our lives.

Whatever the case is, there is no possible chance that you could be wrong.

My little book that I’ve been working on for the last few months, My Heart Is An Autumn Garage, came out last week. It’s a short memoir about the breakdown I had in 2003 and my subsequent hospitalization.

Depression is the place you always come back to, and though its landscape is ugly, the colours muddied and muted, it feels strangely like home.

1. You are a bad person who deserves bad things. 2. You are unhappy because you are lazy or lacking in willpower. Happiness is a choice, a choice that you have failed to make.

1. The truth about love is that there is a part of you that honestly believes that giving away all of your love will – no, must – result in receiving some kind of equal love back.