And I tend to listen to NPR when I'm not writing.

You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.

...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.

You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

I can't tell you how much I love Target and Costco, that kind of culture, because it's something I never felt a part of. I've always felt like a tourist because I have never fit in anywhere.

Should I just sit down, right here at carousel seven, and shake until somebody's arms are around me and they're saying, 'It's okay, I'm here, I'm here, come with me to the institute.

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.

His laugh is made if porch swings and lemonade

But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.

I wouldn't want to waste any of my brain cells on forgiving if it's holding me back.

I definitely want Brooklyn to be christened, but I don't know into what religion yet.

I was eating some candy and looked on the wrapper, and it said made from natural and artificial flavors. You could just say flavors.

You don't just walk out because you think someone has insulted you and your pride has been hurt.

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

Live for yourself... there's no one else more worth living for...

I don't like war. I particularly don't like the celebration of war, which I think the administration is a little bit guilty of.

The battle for the mind of Ronald Reagan was like the trench warfare of World War I: never have so many fought so hard for such barren terrain.

The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.

Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

Let people go on talking as they like, and we will go on living as we think best.