I love it when people ask who my influences are... or what my favorite part of my last book was... or the last great book I read.

My sense is that beautiful women are living in a different world than I am, and that it's a world with benefits but also drawbacks - like, you're on a ticking clock, because the day you stop being supermodel-beautiful is the day that everything the world has to offer you is no longer being offered.

If a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer?

People are always coming up to me with my books and saying, 'You write these things I think but I could never say,'

Is it still there?" I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, "Does it sound broken?

I didn’t feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.

I like blogs. they're good times.