It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

The Statue of Liberty's gender changed nothing. It was the same here as anywhere: men and their wars.

You can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.

She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.

our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.