It's remarkable the logic we'll build around a misapprehension.

Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there.

People are less quick to applaud you as you grow older. Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there.

Francine looked up and mouthed, "Thank you." "any titme, " I lied.

The real proof that I have tried to love and that people have tried to love me back was never going to fit in a kitchen drawer.

It's so clear to me now: the memorizing of a fake prayer, the symbolization of objects, the struggle to relate to the invisible - I needed a religion. I was lost.

Perhaps if I'd had God in my life growing up I would have been able to understand the total and complete unfairness of the universe rewarding mean girls

There is a point in most abusive relationships when it occurs to the beaten party that they are guilty of putting their face in the way of someone else's fist.

Why do people always want to put their hands on vulnerability? I sped up.

love is not boastful. But hate? Apparently hate has a big mouth.

I thought of the past and how one should have respect for it, like the elderly.

If I told you that I imagine love to be a two-way mirror, which side of the mirror would you imagine me standing on?

The doctor looked at my cardiogram and made that "hmmmm" noise that doctors are taught in medical school so they won't come right out and say "UH-oh!"

Everyone wants to work in America. Maybe not blockbusters or Terminator, but to have the choice.

Went to church and fasted all day.

What embitters the world is not excess of criticism, but absence of self-criticism.

We don't need a flat tax, but a flattening tax, to truly level the playing field.

I own a lot of shoes; I am not sure how many.

When you pray, God puts people in your life to lead you when you cannot lead yourself.

It wasn't until the Nobel Prize that they really thawed out. They couldn't understand my books, but they could understand $30,000.

My parents were very active in the Civil Rights Movement. My father was a Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) worker; my mother was a secretary with the Panthers.