I get letters every year from women who think Valentine's Day is an empty exercise, but are ironically pretty exercised when their boyfriends neglect or forget it.

We're living through an age of irrationality and religious "fervor" I would call it religious idiocy. It's exhausting to year after year be on the receiving end of this demagoguery.

You can’t pray away the gay, but you can torture a conflicted closet case to death.

I'm not a Pollyanna sort of kumbaya type.

How can you tell somebody who is pursuing happiness that they're somehow not American when that was the very first promise that America made?

The cultural expectation should be if there's infidelity, the marriage is more important than fidelity.

When you're a writer, you want to try to avoid cliches. Unfortunately, when you're writing about marriage or family, all cliches seem to apply.