The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.

Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you're contagious.

I believe with all my heart in delivering on my contract with my readers. They've got plenty of other things to do, so I had better give them a reason to turn every one of these 550 pages. This is my promise: I solemnly swear I'll make you laugh out loud at least once, cry a little in private, and burn whatever you left on the stove.

Lies are infinite in number, and the truth so small and singular.

Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what's not in it.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.