The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

I still haven't quite got used to eating live fish.

I love HBO productions, actually, like 'The Wire.'

The her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.

'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?

I got a rejection letter from an editor at HarperCollins, who included a report from his professional reader. This report shredded my first-born novel, laughed at my phrasing, twirled my lacy pretensions around and gobbed into the seething mosh pit of my stolen clichés. As I read the report, the world became very quiet and stopped rotating. What poisoned me was the fact that the report's criticisms were all absolutely true. The sound of my landlady digging in the garden got the world moving again. I slipped the letter into the trash... knowing I'd remember every word.