the real killer was when you married the wrong person but had the right children.

I am not alone in bearing grudges against reviewers who have doomed a book's chances because they've missed the point, the tone, everything.

I don't even correct people when they mispronounce my name now.

Also minimalism is a term that all of us who share so little in common and who are lumped together as minimalists are not terribly happy with.

Italics provide a wonderful advantage: you see, right away, that the words are in a rush. When something exists at a slant, you can't help but consider irony.

It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order.

The admiration of another writer’s work is almost in inverse proportion to similarities in style.