I'm not a reporter but the 'New Yorker' treats everyone like a reporter.

There are certain people in my life who didn't care to be in my book. And so I cut them out. And I had broken up with somebody. And I was, you know, really upset and depressed. And so that was, you know, reasons to keep going.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

Like all of my friends, she's a lousy judge of character.

I love things made out of animals. It's just so funny to think of someone saying, 'I need a letter opener. I guess I'll have to kill a deer.

The fake slap invariably makes contact, adding the elements of shock and betrayal to what had previously been plain old-fashioned fear.

My family isn't really all that different from anyone else's. Well, maybe they're a bit more entertaining.