I hate smoothies. Because they won't offer Firestone IPA beer as an ingredient.

The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.

I knew 'Mars Needs Moms! ' would be a movie seconds after the title came to mind. Similarly, I also knew that my daughter would be calling me a dork as a default term of endearment eventually.

I will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn't exist.

My post-child period resulted in one instant change: I write shorter books for kids.

It's not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one's own material.

He comic page is dying; I didn't want to go with it.