To be with a man who hasn't tried every line, who hasn't broken up with a woman every which way you can break up with them, is kind of nice.

It's one of the things that weirdly I always used to like about my job: that expressing the emotions of a writer or someone creative and breathing empathy and life into a character people can then identify with, that they'd feel less alone.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

Reading recent history is good to humble yourself, and also to feel some hopefulness that there is progress.

I grew up in a mostly Buddhist environment.

As one does with a first child, I found out that my baby could roll by hearing the sound of her body hit the ground at 4 a.m. and obviously, for any new parent, that is the most horrifying thing that could happen, right? You're exhausted and you take your tiny little baby out and you put them on the bed to change diapers before nursing and you turn around and you discover... my baby can roll! And you think you're going to die.

Nobody seemed to have any perspective any longer. Those were low points. But we got through it.