I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch!
Jennifer WeinerBaby," groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.
Jennifer WeinerThere's all kinds of love in the world, and not all of it looks like the stuff in greeting cards.
Jennifer WeinerBeing a novelist is hard for anyone - male or female. You don't get to quit your day job.
Jennifer Weiner