I cannot write to anyone outside myself--if I tried, it would be a horrible story, flat and lifeless. I write to myself. That's the only person I'm trying to please.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

Here's the thing about home: you can create it most anywhere, as long as you gather your people around you.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little

My ma says a rock lasts forever, but people don’t, and that’s what makes them more precious.

Well do I remember the first night we met, how you questioned my opinion that first impressions are perfect. You were right to do so, of course, but even then I suspected what I've come to believe most passionately these past weeks: from that first moment, I knew you were a dangerous woman, and I was in great peril of falling in love." She thought she should say something witty here. She said, "Really?