I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

Obviously, in journalism, you're confined to what happens. And the tendency to embellish, to mythologize, it's in us. It makes things more interesting, a closer call. But journalism taught me how to write a sentence that would make someone want to read the next one.

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

There’s so much I can’t read because I get so exasperated. Someone starts describing the character boarding the plane and pulling the seat back. And I just want to say, Babe, I have been downtown. I have been up in a plane. Give me some credit.

My job ... I do nothing, it pays nothing, but - you guessed it - it's better than nothing.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.