In life, people tend to wait for good things to come to them. And by waiting, they miss out. Usually, what you wish for doesn't fall in your lap; it falls somewhere nearby, and you have to recognize it, stand up, and put in the time and work it takes to get to it. This isn't because the universe is cruel. It's because the universe is smart. It has its own cat-string theory and knows we don't appreciate things that fall into our laps.

Almost everyone who reaches a plateau where he or she is happy and comfortable says its because of finding balance between work, relaxation, exercise, socialising and family - plus some alone time to do something contemplative, creative, or educational.

While I am impulsive in many areas of my life, marriage is not one of them.

I feel like rock stars feel a sense of entitlement, whereas I just feel a sense of good fortune.

When I look down at my pale, skinny body, I wonder why any woman would want to sleep next to it, let alone embrace it.

People don't come out for book events. They want to feel an emotion and be entertained.

Men are a hundred times worse than you can imagine. We are thinking the worst, shallowest thoughts, all the time.