I think thats the most important job of a novelist - to bring authority to their writing.

I can't tell you the number of times I've been in the middle of a perfunctory conversation, and someone will say, 'Tell us what you really think.' Or 'Maybe you should switch to decaf.

Anything I write I ask myself: Is it true, is it entertaining?

I want find a part of myself that I feel shame about, or that I feel really scared of exposing to the world.

I got a huge knot in my stomach because if Antarctica could talk, it would be saying only one thing: you don't belong here. (277)

Breezy, sophisticated, hilarious, rude and aching with sweetness: LOVE, NINA might be the most charming book I've ever read.

Unfortunately Seattle is my muse, for the better or worse of Seattle - I'm not sure.