Are we running away from home?” I asked, giving voice to the question that had been on my mind for two days, ever since the lady at the Wok On restaurant asked where we were from and my mother

I felt a wave of longing roll out of me, but not the way it usually did, diffuse and sad. This was hopeful, as though it had been coaxed out by a whispered promise.

I started writing to make sense of the world that exists inside my heart

I have been up to see the Congress and they do not seem to be able to do anything except to eat peanuts and chew tobacco, while my army is starving.

Life is a lot more fun if you treat its challenges in creative ways.

A mere trifle consoles us, for a mere trifle distresses us.

There is something about Midwest in general, that has kind of an underdog quality.

I'll throw a globe at you! You ever been hit by the world?!

For me, writing Bridget's [Jones] stories is an instinctive, organic thing, which tends to happen more by accident than design.

So when you feel this time approaching, and your comfort zones in view. Stop and think about what you're feeling, and see if what you're feeling is true.

Eyes...They speak all languages.