I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.

There is a thin line between attraction and repulsion

Rule number three: Best friends always think you deserve the best guy even if the best guy barely knows you exist.

When I was 8, I was reading a book in which it was snowing. When I looked outside, I expected there to be snow on the ground. I thought, "This is the most powerful thing I can do! I'm going to be a writer."

I can't wait to get out of the house. I can't wait to get out of here. I've been telling myself this all week. The 'getting out of here' part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life

I love Chicago. I lived there briefly for three months and kept a boat under one of those space-age buildings. It was very Jetsons.

What I have yet to see is a real woman choose a younger man because he spent six hours a day at the gym trying to sculpt his abs.