I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.

She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper." [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. "How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!

Itʹs not just the dress or the hair. Itʹs you. Youʹre beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.ʺ

...hot pink with a star done in rainbow rhinestones on the front. It was god-awful. I bought it.

Not much could have distracted me from coffee, but hearing Julius Caesar quoted at Spencer’s certainly did.

My commentary's hilarious, not witty.

She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.