It's hard to talk about love because most of the time, we have no idea what we're talking about.

Love is inconvenient. Love is untidy. Love is relentless, ruthless and rapacious. Done well, it's hilarious, playful and redemptive.

Ever notice there are no clocks in stores? It’s like casinos; they don’t want you to know how much time you’ve spent dropping your quarters.

It’s only when you’re at the bottom of the ladder that you ascend.

Until we’re pushing up daisies, it might be good to remind ourselves daily that everything’s coming up roses – for me and for you.

Fate gives us relatives for one reason: so that we have to learn how to deal with people we’d otherwise never know.

From age sixteen to age twenty, a woman’s body is a temple. From twenty-one to forty-five, it’s an amusement park. From forty-five on, it’s a terrarium.

Writers read. Writers read promiscuously, aggressively and relentlessly.

I’ve been married for a long time and there are days when I still wonder, ‘Excuse me, but who is this man?

More than anything else, I wanted not to be alone – yet all my actions guaranteed I’d be lonely. Like wearing a vest of explosives when you’re coming in for a hug, insatiable need is a form of sabotage.