I can't believe anyone would voluntarily run 26 miles. Sometimes I sit on the couch cross-legged because I don't feel like walking to the bathroom.

I believe that I have such a vanilla life.

I still believe in the Holy Trinity, except now it's Target, Trader Joe's, and IKEA.

I'm the person who says every single thing she thinks, sometimes to others' amusement, and almost always to my detriment.

No matter how happy anyone is with their choices, I believe it's human nature to wonder about the path not taken.

As a reader, I notice political views regardless of whether or not the book is fiction. What annoys me is when said views do nothing to advance the narrative.

In real life, I tend to yell at people a lot. Not because I'm bossy or mean, but because I'm frustrated.

I don't mean to get all religious here, but I'm pretty sure key lime martinis (with a graham cracker & sugar rim) are proof that Jesus loves us.

Fortunately, all it takes for us to be of one mind is some buttercream frosting.

For the record? I have never been her baby. In fact, I reject the notion of coming out of her body. I prefer to believe I was hatched, or perhaps purchased.

Ambien might have mentally just tossed my salad. WITH CROUTONS.

Value your wife by valuing what she says.

Everyone that you'll ever met wil know someone that you won't

You are right, I do fall down a lot. But that wouldn’t be true if I never stood back up.

The pure power of a life can manifest as beatitude, or as an unspeakable, sheer violence...

I can't imagine going on when there are no more expectations.

There's a lot of complicated magical reasons why I'm not at the party that are too long and semantic to go into.

If you go too far with naturalism, there is no need to even organize; just look... and paint what you see until the canvas ends.

There are two ways to learn anything. An interesting way and a boring way. I like the interesting way.

On the third day in India, I realized people were not suffering as much as I thought.

The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.