When you spin a globe and point to a city and actually go to that city, you build an allowance of missed opportunities on the back end.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who know where their high school yearbook is and those who do not.

Some of the writers I admire who seem very, very funny and very emotional to me can develop a closeness with the reader without giving too much of themselves away. Lorrie Moore comes to mind, as does David Sedaris. When they write, the reader thinks that they're being trusted as a friend.

We all deserve to be congratulated, but sadly that would mean there's no one left to do the congratulating.

The truth is, I wrote a novel when I was 23. It's hideously bad. Truly rotten.

I love to bake, so I made vanilla bean and blueberry muffins for sick hospital children. Just kidding! All of that is true except the sick children part.

Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.