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.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

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.

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

I'm a true-crime addict. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but I can't stop.

I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one - like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.