She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

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.

To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

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.

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