I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty pissed off.

I don't intend to stop showing a little cleavage. Nor do I intend to stop flashing a little thigh.

Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel.

Just as children, step by step, must separate from their parents, we will have to separate from them. And we will probably suffer...from some degree of separation anxiety: because separation ends sweet symbiosis. Because separation reduces our power and control. Because separation makes us feel less needed, less important. And because separation exposes our children to danger.

Our early lessons in love and our developmental history shape the expectations we bring into marriage.

Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure, making the music sound sweeter, the wine taste richer, the laughter ring louder because they are there.