I'm thinking of taking up golf, but the idea of spending time with golfers frightens me.

I would rather raise certain topics and maybe let you ruminate on them. I'm not big on answering them.

I would never write a memoir, because it would be too boring.

I once worked as a tour guide in the Costa del Sol of Spain.

No, I don’t live in heartache. I don’t cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And—like it or not—I still think about her every single day.

So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

I've never chased the dollar, I've always chased the reader's heart. I love having more readers. The more people who read it, the more thrilled I am.