When her muzzle grew more white than brown, the chipmunk forgot that she and the squirrel had had nothing to talk about. She forgot the definition of "jazz" as well and came to think of it as every beautiful thing she had ever failed to appreciate: the taste of warm rain; the smell of a baby; the din of a swollen river, rushing past her tree and onward to infinity.

It's hard to love a place that's outlawed smoking but finds it perfectly acceptable to serve raw fish in a bath of chocolate.

Boys who spent their weekends making banana nut muffins did not, as a rule, excel in the art of hand-to-hand combat.

Sometimes I say to myself, 'Oh, I wish I could win a Tony Award', although I'm not that bothered.

They're hungry for something they know nothing about, but we, we know all too well that the price of fame is the loss of privacy.

I tend to show everything I do to my family, to check they won't be offended.

In my dream world gay people in America would get the right to marry, and not a one of them would use that right.