Men aren't really complicated. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said, when really it's obvious.

I'm looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.

I think virgins are far more interesting to write about. If we've been around the block a few times, we know what to expect. Not so with virgins.

Once you're in charge of your job, your house, your children, getting the food on the table, doing all of this, all of the time, it'd be nice for someone else to be in charge for a bit maybe.

Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

The best person to write for is yourself—and what better place to start than in a journal.