I'm so busy writing and editing two books a year that I don't have time for painting anymore.

You deserved to get run over. And besides, I barely tapped you. The only reason you broke your leg was because you panicked and tripped over your own feet.

If God had wanted me to lose weight he would have made sure there was creamed spinach for dessert.

I'm for sure a workaholic. I'm a complete control freak and I take on way too many projects.

He asked me if I had adequate health insurance.

Omygod, I haven’t got years. I’ll have to hide in the Bat Cave.” “Once you go to the Bat Cave it’s forever, babe.” Eeek.

You fainted," I told Tank. "I did not," Tank said. "That's a lie.