I was in the machine. My whole life. Then the machine coughed and spat me out. So I thought, OK, if I'm out, I'm out. All the way out. I was a little angry and it was probably an immature reaction. But I got used to it.

It's a kind of zen question: if you write a book and no one reads it, is it really a book?

People who wear glasses, without them they always look unfocused, vulnerable. Out in the open. A layer removed.

Don't be sad that roses have thorns. Be glad that thorns have Roses. Today's the day I worried about yesterday and it didn't happen.

I love Italian food but that's too generic a term for what's available now: you have to narrow it down to Tuscan, Sicilian, and so on.

I'd been a thriller reader all my life.

Now they broke my toothbrush, I don't own anything.