I can't stand family secrets. I think they're such a toxic thing and they always leak out.

Trying to defend religion by invoking science is like claiming that three plus four equals ice cream.

For most of my life I have known how to control my feelings. If you can control your feelings, you can pretty much control your whole world. It's amazingly effective.

One of the rather unedifying truths about grief is it does block out more or less everything. It has a solipsistic quality to it.

I suppose if I didn't write for a living and it couldn't be published, I would have wanted to write anyway. I think there's something about the act of writing that organizes thoughts and memories.

No rain but thunder, and the sound of giants.

I am not famous at all.

Don't go through life, grow through life.

Nothing blocks happiness like happiness remembered.

Cats are more interesting, let's face it. Dogs are loveable and a bit boring.

It is funny the things that run through your mind when you're sitting in your underpants in front of a pair of strangers.

Far from me be the gift of Bacchus--pernicious, inflaming wine, that weakens both body and mind.

Every season I try to top myself, and push it a little further.

I love being in the gym.

Facts are irrelevant. What matters is what the consumer believes.