Coffee on an airplane always smells bad. Whenever it is served, suddenly the whole cabin stinks of it.

If it was as logical as that, I wouldn't continue to feel as bad as I do. I know what you're saying, and you're absolutely right in a way. But logic and rationality only go so far. Then you know what happens? Ha! Then your heart adds its two cents and everything reasonable goes right-out-the-window.

I read less of everything now. With only fond memories of others' work, it will be interesting to give my own journal writing a try now.

Just write about what bites you and damn the rest.

Both young children and old people have a lot of time on their hands. That's probably why they get along so well.

At a Boston signing, someone from the audience asked why I was so obsessed with furniture in my books. The question rattled around in my head. I had no idea that I was obsessed with furniture.

May this house stand until an ant drinks the ocean and a tortoise circles the world.