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.

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

Wear your heart on the page, and people will read to find out how you solved being alive.

I wanted to be a veterinarian, but slipped up when I hit organic chemistry.

I get rational when I panic.

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

I'm not first and foremost interested in story and the what-happens, but I'm interested in who's telling it and how they're telling it and the effects of whatever happened on the characters and the people.