She didn't like to be alone. Even more, she didn't like being with people. (148)

Oh, gosh, Olive. I'm so embarrassed." "No need to be," Olive tells her. "We all want to kill someone at some point." (179)

Without a doubt my mother was an inspiration for my writing. This is true in many ways, but mostly because she is a wonderful storyteller, without even knowing it.

If you get divorced in New York, you go into therapy and will talk to anybody you meet on the sidewalk about it.

You surely know that in the course of a long marriage it is not unusual for a husband or a wife to develop a crush on someone else.

I don't think there was a particular book that made me want to write. They all did. I always wanted to write.

He put the blinker on, pulled out onto the avenue. "Well, that was nice," she said, sitting back. They had fun together these days, they really did. It was as if marriage had been a long, complicatd meal, and now there was this lovely dessert.