My A-number one visceral fear is speed. More than knives or snakes or confined spaces. Speed. I won't even go on a motor boat if I can help it.

Yes. I am writing full-time. Which is strange. It feels like not having a job.

Let me put it this way: I don't feel as settled as I look. I think that's true of everyone, probably. Except for Beyonce and Jay-Z. I don't think they wake up and think, 'Ugh, when's it going to work out for us? Why can't we catch a break?' Aside from them, I'm pretty sure everyone's life feels a lot less intentional.

It's never good to fall in love with someone whom you'd have to stab in the eyeballs to elicit a response.

You feel like telling him you're not single in the way that he thinks you're single. After all, you have yourself.

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

My grandmother was a kind of Scarsdale, New York, society woman, best known in her day as the author of the 1959 book 'Growing Your Own Way: An Informal Guide for Teen-Agers' - this despite being a person whose parenting style made Joan Crawford's wire hangers look like pool noodles.