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.

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.

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

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

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.

I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I’m obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I’ve basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I’m dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There’s a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.