Our lives are one endless stretch of misery punctuated by processed fast foods and the occasional crisis or amusing curiosity.

Truthfulness itself is almost medication, even when it’s served without advice or insight.

I like, though, that people have a hunger to connect with other people. They're desperate to know that you're not lying to them or misleading them.

I've just finished my next collection, Possible Side Effects, and I'm now working on a collection of holiday stories as well as a memoir about my relationship with my father.

The truth is that nobody is owed an apology for anything. Apologies are lovely when they happen. But they change nothing. They do not reverse actions or correct damage. They are merely nice to hear.

I think people might think, oh, I don't want to approach the big famous author because it's embarrassing, but then they think for two seconds about it and realize, this is, like, a toilet bowl reader.

You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.