To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

Safer to be feared than loved.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

There are a million talented writers who are unpublished only because they stop writing when it gets hard.

There are no really new stories anymore.

Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.