Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

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.

I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy.

I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters.

And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh.

Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.