I don't think [Fifty Shades of Grey is] a model for anything. Except maybe in bed.

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

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

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.

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.

Never trust a man who can dance.

So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.