mooo,” she said… “I mean mmmm,” she moaned. Louder this time. Goddamn Dr. Seuss is ruining my sex life.

Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution’s way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve,...

It’s not the fantasy of an impossibly handsome guy who can give you an orgasm just by stroking your nipples. It is instead the fantasy of a guy who can give you everything. Hapless, clueless,...

Rose leaned against the bathroom door. Here it was — her real life, the truth of who she was, barreling down on her like a bus with bad brakes. Here was the truth — she...

If there had been an exercise I’d liked, would I have gotten this big in the first place?

Cram your head with characters and stories. Abuse your library privileges. Never stop looking at the world, and never stop reading to find out what sense other people have made of it. If people give...

Have you ever considered that there might be something wrong with your brain?Oh, I think there might be something wrong with everyone else’s.

Tell the story that’s been growing in your heart, the characters you can’t keep out of your head, the tale story that speaks to you, that pops into your head during your daily commute, that...

Divorce isn’t such a tragedy. A tragedy’s staying in an unhappy marriage, teaching your children the wrong things about love. Nobody ever died of divorce.

Read everything. Read fiction and non-fiction, read hot best sellers and the classics you never got around to in college.

If a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer?

Maybe it was inertia -or worse, fear- that was keeping me in the same place.

The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It’s the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.