Her life her life had taken on the shape of a terrible mistake. She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hair-brush and told, "There you go." She'd stood there for years, blinking and befuddled, brushing the can with the brush.

Love drains you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop.

I don't care if I'm a fish, I still want a bicycle.

Better to think of writing, of what one does, as an activity, rather than an identity to keep the calling a verb rather than a noun.

I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.

A funny line can never exist on its own. It needs to be surrounded by mood and circumstances.

You emptied the top rack of the dishwasher but not the bottom, so the clean dishes have gotten all mixed up with the dirty ones - and now you want to have sex?