Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.

Besides my great fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

When my son, Jack, was four, I had to make a trip to Los Angeles. I asked him if he was going to miss me. 'Not so much,' Jack told me. 'You're not going to miss me?' I said. Jack shook his head, and he said, 'Love means you can never be apart.

Never underestimate the power of funny, it moves mountains.

When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the room and I don't want them to get up until I'm finished.

Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories.

Some poeple just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.