When my husband first read a draft, he said, "You spend too much time describing the characters' outfits." He was right. I removed much of the clothes talk, but quite a bit remained.

Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"

You know you're screwed when a Western doctor recommends acupuncture.

I think what can be most shameful or embarrassing is when our bodies broadcast a secret we'd prefer no one to know. This is why I hate rashes, in particular face rashes.

We want to believe we couldn't be replaced, and that the people we love are irreplaceable.

No matter what you wear, not everyone is going to understand what you're saying.

I surround myself with women who inspire me to be more ambitious, and who constantly astonish me with their magnetism, style, and smarts.

I wouldn't be myself if I weren't always trying to be someone else. I only have so much time on this earth and I want to be as many people as possible.

I spend far too much time on eBay buying lamps and upholstery remnants.

I've subsequently become conscious of MAKING MEMORIES. Which makes me sound like a scrapbooker.

I am simply looking for a companion with whom to spend my days, a companion who will cherish as much as I the stupidity of living in the moment, and spend every dull, amazing second with me.

Most aspects of my training didn’t agree with me. There wasn’t as much bossing around as I’d hoped for, and there was way too much following orders.

Someone once told me that we move when it becomes less painful than staying where we are".

Son of a—Rora?” Blake slid out of the crater he’d just made in the wall. “Crap. What are you doing here?” He saw my wrist. “Handcuffs? I definitely want that story.

Curiosity is one of the great secrets of happiness.

I couldn't think of anything worse than being in an unhappy marriage. It worries me because I've seen it destroy people.

Skeet shooting is probably more satisfying if you really hate skeets.

I think the hardest obstacle I've ever had to overcome in my life is the illness and passing of my mother to cancer.

I draw the art for the writers. A lil' chibi of each author crowns their articles.

On our watch, the conversation with a would-be suicide bomber will not begin with the words, 'You have the right to remain silent.'

I believe everyone here has a right to speak out on politics as effectively as possible.