If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.

It's all right to have secrets, ... as long as you don't have any secrets from yourself.

One way to tell if you're really comfortable with a person is if you can be quiet together sometimes and not feel awkward. If you don't feel obligated to say something brilliant or funny or surprising or cool. You can just be together. You can just be.

When you’ve found the right one - when you see him, when you’re with him - you’ll feel like you’re coming home.

I can never understand why people who have not seen me for a while ask if I am still writing. They might as well ask me if I am still breathing.

I used to think that when I grew up there wouldn't be so many rules. Back in elementary school there were rules about what entrance you used in the morning, what door you used going home, when you could talk in the library, how many paper towels you could use in the rest room, and how many drinks of water you could get during recess. And there was always somebody watching to make sure. What I'm finding out about growing older is that there are just as many rules about lots of things, but there's nobody watching.

Happiness is wanting what you have.