One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you’re maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones. This is...

A kitten is the delight of a household. All day long a comedy is played out by an incomparable actor.

We didn’t have to talk, and it wasn’t awkward. We were just two lonely, out of place people sharing a holiday with junk food from the vending machine and a Claymation classic on the television.”...

Cats are puddles of cuteness. I stepped in one the other day that was so muddy I not only had to pet it, but cuddle with it for hours.

[E]verywhere I’m looking at kids, adults mostly don’t seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again...

And then what did you do, Lord Oliver?” Karl’s eight-year-old daughter gazed up at him in awe, as though this were the best story she had ever heard.

My boyfriend’s an idiot,” I say as soon as he lurches away.”A cute idiot,” Ally corrects me.”That’s like saying ‘a cute mutant.’ Doesn’t exist.

All right. Talk to me darlin’. You’re not insane. A little crazy, but not insane. And this…everything you’ve gotten…in the last few days…do you know how many people would kill for this?””But…