I don't remember the hotel rooms or the airports but I always remember the events.

There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.

No matter how many luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you choose, you'll never be totally happy.

Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.

I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that I was breathing.

The world can be a lot bet­ter than we set­tle for. All you have to do is ask.

I'm sorry if this all seems a little rushed and desperate. It is.