There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.

I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.

After I got my coffee, I leaned against a stop sign and sipped, pretending it was a normal day and I was only up this early so that I could go running and not because I'd just been on a killing spree.

As a young child I had Santa and Jesus all mixed up. I could identify Coke or Pepsi with just one sip, but I could not tell you for sure why they strapped Santa to a cross. Had he missed a house? Had a good little girl somewhere in the world not received the doll he'd promised her, making the father angry?

I knew that if I wrote a new book every six months or every year, if I continued to read great books, eventually I would write something worthy of publication. I understood I might be in my forties or my fifties or even my sixties, but I felt confident that it would happen.