I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

Religion's just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all.

If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.

When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street... except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.

I try to stick with what moves me or teaches me about myself, same thing I hope the novels do for others.

First I laughed my way through Elinor Lipman's book of political tweets. Then I put my ear to the ground and listened to Molly Ivins guffawing from the grave. Lipman is a piquant poetic rock star!

The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.