And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention

Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other.

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.

I think in life, there are certain choices you make that are timeless and universal, and don't necessarily have anything to do with the particulars of a certain decade.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

It's like my characters, all my men are Dad and me in a mess; all my female characters are smart and hopeful, like Mom just trying to make the best of things.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?