His laugh is made if porch swings and lemonade

Even when we lose an arm or a leg, there's not less of us but more. Human experience weighs more than human tissue.

You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.

God, I felt certain, did not mind that I didn’t press my hands together to pray. I was casual, but I was sincere. I knew that God existed as the Correct Answer inside my chest.

I always tried to learn Greek, but all I got out of it was, "poulaki mou." ["My little chicken."]

I never get sick of writing my own stories because there's a certain comfort in knowing you will never run out of material. It's relaxing, actually, to write.

I gazed around the room and my eyes stopped dead on a little boy standing in the corner. This was a particularly eerie doll. Life-sized and blond-haired and blue-eyed. I saw a little Nazi boy, pockets probably stuffed with scissors and retractable blades. My grandfather on my mother's side was rumored to be half Jewish, which practically makes me Jerry Seinfeld's brother, and thus wary of blond German boys with their hands out of sight.