A person’s bathroom, I believe, is the only three-dimensional expression of their soul.

In America, Prince is a dog’s name.

Rocher was on the floor, crawling on her stomach toward Jate’s feet. “I love you…,” she kept repeating, in a demonic whisper. “I have to show you… my butt.

I believe in a benevolent God not because He created the Grand Canyon or Michelangelo, but because He gave us snacks.

As a writer, I need an enormous amount of time alone. Writing is 90 percent procrastination: reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box, watching infomercials. It’s a matter of doing everything you can to...

Prior to having sex for the first time, I had read many books and magazines, pornographic and otherwise, and I’d developed certain expectations of intercourse. From paperback romances I expected to feel vaguely yet ecstatically...