“I would gladly have accepted a heaping spoonful of nepotism when I got out of college and was looking for a job.”
“They say it's not the snoring itself but those anxiety-packed moments in between snorts. It's the waiting for the nasal passages of the person lying beside you to strike again. And strike it always does. In the dark, almost against your will, you produce that special glare reserved for people who cannot control their own behaviour.”
“For me, titles are either a natural two-second experience or stressful enough to give you an ulcer. If they don't pop out perfect on the first try, they can be really hard to repair. Or, worse, if the author thinks they pop out perfect, but the publishing house does not agree, it's difficult to shift gears. And then? Then you go insane.”
“The year most of my high school friends and I got our driver's permits, the coolest thing one could do was stand outside after school and twirl one's car keys like a lifeguard whistle. That jingling sound meant freedom and power.”
“It's funny. People often compare me to other humor essayists. They're usually quite nice comparisons; I will accept those gladly. But I am always sort of appalled at the idea of being lumped with other, more chick-y female writers. And the truth is probably that neither comparison is accurate.”
“The hardest thing is spending twelve hours a day accommodating the rest of the world, then going home at night and criticizing it. I would be curious about what I'd write if I didn't have to worry about offending.”
“Being a writer is an endless study in human transition and lessons learned or forgotten or misapplied.”
“I write on weekends, on vacation, and, really - on deadline and on my floor. Both terrible for the back.”
“In every woman's wardrobe, there are certain accessories that cannot be separated from their back stories.”
“Unless you are a professional, you will find the tart to be a high-maintenance, unforgiving whistle-blower of a pastry.”