Grace arrived, like the big, loopy stitches with which a grandmotherly stranger might baste your hem temporarily.

I've given guys blow jobs just because I've run out of things to talk about.' Oh, Rae. Who hasn't

if you want to know how God feels about money, look at whom she gives it to.

This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories.

I naturally prefer the company of people who hold grudges, as long as they are not held against me.

I used to think that paired opposites were a given, that love was the opposite of hate, right the opposite of wrong. But now I think we sometimes buy into these concepts because it is so much easier to embrace absolutes than to suffer reality. I don't think anything is the opposite of love. Reality is unforgivingly complex.