Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

My mother had always told her kids: if you're about to do something, and you want to know if it's a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.

I'm all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.

Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.

The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.