I'm obsessed with crocodiles and getting eaten by one. When I hear that someone's been eaten by a crocodile or shark, I just get all gooey. I start salivating.

For the most part, pianos are female to me. Sometimes they're dykes, and they're always good fun.

Women must understand that simply attacking or hating men is just another form of disempowerment. A woman has to realize that when she makes a man crawl it doesn't give her power.

Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

We are all fairies living underneath a leaf of a lily pad.

It's emotional blackmail to say if you're a good businesswoman and a musician, you're betraying your music.

People think I'm nuts because I can sit in a room and be happy by myself.

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

Some people hide more than others, and it does intrigue me.

People are more likely to remember the great social interaction they had with a colleague than the great meeting they both attended.

Morality is like the famous fig leaves that Adam and Eve used to cover their genitals after they first sinned. But what morality really covers up is will, which is our true nature.

Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.

By being friends with all, we are not alone.

If you love your country, then you need to be thinking a lot more critically about what justice.

If you aren't on Goodreads, you should be. I've said it before, it's like Facebook for readers on crack.

One cannot really be a Catholic and grown up.

I care a lot about privacy. I also care an awful lot about public safety. There continues to be a huge collision between those two things we care about.

All that effort,” he mused, “merely to avoid me. How gratifying.

Hobbies are for wimps who don’t have the guts to follow their passion.