I like to imagine the "what ifs" of history.

When you write things down, they sometimes take you places you hadn't planned.

What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. There's quite a lot we don't know about them.

But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

I see things beyond what other people see. I am always looking for hidden corners and closets of a life that I feel aren't explored either by the person who lived it or the people writing about it.

There is always so much talk about the sins of the fathers but it is the sins of the mothers that are the most difficult to avoid repeating.

Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.

I suppose at some point, we all have to decide which memories - real or otherwise - to hold on to, and which ones to let go.

Why were there so many barriers between us, always? Barriers of clothing, of etiquette, of time and age and reason.

Unlike men, women got less sentimental as we aged, I was discovering.

Never would I allow my size to define me. Instead I would define it.

I deal with postpartum feelings by reaching out to mom friends. I became very close with some of the women in my prenatal yoga class.

My universe is my eyes and my ears. Anything else is hearsay.

Strong families cultivate an attribute of effective communication. They talk out their problems, make plans together, and cooperate toward common objectives.

I'm a slave to this leaf in a diary that lists what I must do, what I must say, every half hour.

In my case, performance is part of the medium. Sometimes I feel that it's my main medium, and that the presentation of my poems on the page is secondary.

My team name is the Duchess of Douchecockery.Yep, that's mine.

I'm pretty proud of my film music in general.

God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.

The number one cause of failure in this country is the fear of failure.

I didn't have to play rugby that well, and I didn't have to play cricket that well, because I had this voice.