Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.

I had a mother I could only seem to please with verbal accomplishments of some sort or another. She read constantly, so I read constantly. If I used words that might have seemed surprising at a young age, she would recognize that and it would please her.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

I get rational when I panic.

I often feel the effects of people only after they leave me.

The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.

Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.