I love writing traditional magazine pieces, and especially their breadth of reporting and the deliberateness of the writing.

You have to simply love writing, and you have to remind yourself often that you love it.

The thing is, I have a zillion apps, and I'm always looking for the perfect arrangement for them, so scrambling my home screen is part of that eternal quest.

The biggest problem with working at a treadmill desk: the compulsion to announce constantly that you are working at a treadmill desk.

If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger?

I was never any good at remembering dates, but now I hardly have to. When the first bulb catalogs get delivered and the hens start laying again, that's all the notice I'll need to know that winter has passed.

I want a chainsaw very badly, because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday, but I think I'll probably be given jewelry instead.