There are certain sacred things in my life that I would never talk about. Because they are clear in my head, I can walk freely around the opposite side. I keep them completely separate in my mind.

Keep writing. Keep doing it and doing it. Even in the moments when it's so hurtful to think about writing.

The singular sign of a parent who is doing their job is their unwillingness to let their children watch the Star Wars prequels.

People often write me and ask how I keep my wood floors so clean when I live with a child and a dog, and my answer is that I use a technique called Suffering From a Mental Illness.

I have to live the content, then come back and write about it.

I usually approach things with the idea that I will take something out of everything I do.

This is part of the essence of motherhood, watching your kid grow into her own person and not being able to do anything about it. Otherwise children would be nothing more than pets.

People think they have the right to judge everything that I do.

The best way to describe your total creative capacity is to say that for all practical purposes it is infinite.

Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.

If I'm in the country, my big idea is to do nothing. It means talking, it means cooking with the leftovers in the fridge - l'art d'accommoder les restes - it means gardening.

Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.

Whether I hit .260 or .320, the bottom line here is to win.

Democrats couldn't care less if people in Indiana hate them. But if Europeans curl their lips, liberals can't look at themselves in the mirror.

People are entitled to the presumption of innocence.

People are so complex and multidimensional that raising someone to 'hero' status is too great a simplification.

One in 150 kids is autistic these days. The autism spectrum is growing.

I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.