One has to adopt a sort of Zen calm, in which you know you wrote the best book that you could at the time.

It is often difficult to admit that someone you love is not perfect, or to consider aspects of a person that are less than admirable.

After a certain age, you couldn't even say where you were from. You went someplace, and lived there. And then you went someplace else.

The only thing he cares about.

I was once almost forced off the stage at a large chain bookstore that shall remain nameless, because she introduced me as Lemony Snicket, and I immediately interrupted her and said, "Oh no, Lemony Snicket isn't here," and then she tried to cancel the event right then and there.

When things don't go right, go left

It seems to me that oftentimes in young relationships once there's a problem of some significance then it's almost like they're both racing for the dumper buzzer.