My biggest complaint with tights is that they do not accommodate skinny-ankled people like myself.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am really into hair. I'm a real girly girl and love doing my hair and experimenting with different styles.

Classic Christmas cookies are really time-consuming. Instead, make a bar you can bake in a pan and just cut up, like a brownie or a blondie or a shortbread, which still has that Christmas vibe.

I like to play the ukulele, but I'm not, like, awesome at it. I mostly play the piano and the guitar.

Nothing's better than a picnic.

Always the aim for me is making people feel like they are not alone. That's just the greatest feeling.

A lot of people work out to be skinny. That's so boring, and it seems like a depressing goal for a modern woman.

I remember having this friend in school who said she didn't like the Beach Boys. And in that moment I knew we couldn't be friends anymore.

It's never too late for a coffee. After all it's morning somewhere in the world.

After staring at origami directions long enough, you sort of become one with them and start understanding them from the inside.

I need a coffee to go with my coffee.

Fenworth owned a world-famous library. More rooms held books than beds. Pillows stuffed in niches and comfortable chairs scattered throughout each room offered abundant paces to curl up and read.

To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.

I consider my ability to arouse enthusiasm among men the greatest asset I possess. The way to develop the best that is in a man is by appreciation and encouragement.

I lived at home for 2 1/2 months each time. I waited tables at Govnr's Park Tavern in Denver and then I moved on.

You do a lot of concatenating when you're an Oulipian

I don't like you. Why you walk up on me dawg!?, I don't like you, I don't like you.

[Responding to trick query about whether she believed herself in a state of grace:] If I am not, may it please God to bring me into it; if I am, may He preserve me in it.

Honestly, musicals? I just can't. What if this was real life and I was just walking down the street on Rodeo Drive and all of a sudden I just burst into song about how much I love shoes?

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.

Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.