she doesn’t really have a sense of humor. I think she’d like to have one—it’s just that she doesn’t quite understand what jokes are for.

Wow. I've never been a VIP before. I've never even been a IP.

I adore all Agatha Christie's books and turn to them whenever I'm ill or need cheering up.

They said I was a valued customer. Now they send me hate mail.

Just because of that one disastrous blind date she had last year, where the guy turned out to be fifty-nine, not thirty-nine (He claimed it was a typo. Yeah, I’m sure his finger just happened to slip two spaces to the left).

I always thought 'chick lit' meant third-person contemporary funny novels, dealing with issues of the day. I mean, it's not the ideal term; when I'm asked to describe what I do, I say I write romantic comedies, cause that's what I feel they are. But I'm quite pragmatic.

Jeez Louise. I know why rich people are so thin: it's from trekking around their humongous houses the whole time.