I don't want to be skinny. I'm constantly in a state of self-improvement but I don't beat myself up over it.

Listen, my body is attracted to your body but when you speak it makes my brain angry.

I'm not married, I frequently use my debit card to buy things that cost less than three dollars, and my bedroom is so untidy it looks like vandals ransacked the Anthropologie sale section. I'm kind of a mess.

I regard romantic comedies as a subgenre of sci-fi, in which the world operates according to different rules than my regular human world.

Writing, at its heart, is a solitary pursuit, designed to make people depressoids, drug addicts, misanthropes, and antisocial weirdos.

I think women in general like men that don't give them the thing that we want. We want a chase.

I'm so much more confident and sexy at thirty-eight than I ever was when I was eighteen or twenty-four.