Both the five-year-olds looked at me with bewilderment and a bit of fearful uncertainty. I had a sudden horrifying image of the woman I might become if I'm not careful: Crazy Aunt Liz. The divorcee in the muumuu with the dyed orange hair who doesn't eat dairy but smokes menthols, who's always just coming back from her astrology cruise or breaking up with her aroma-therapist boyfriend, who reads the Tarot cards of kindergarteners and says things like, "Bring Aunty Liz another wine cooler, baby, and I'll let you wear my mood ring.

If life gives you lemons, don't settle for simply making lemonade - make a glorious scene at a lemonade stand.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship - a play between divine grace and willful self-effort.

You are accidentally leaving your DNA all over everything in a novel because it's all coming from you.

A man that can cook you a proper meal that is like a weekday meal - which I think cannot be better than in the form of a roast chicken - that's the greatest.

I can see how the authorities could not like Todd [ Willingham], because he's not a person who is going to give you respect if you don't deserve it just because you say something.