I think there's a part of my brain where food, language, and memory all intersect, and it's really powerful. I think I'm not alone in this.

I never see myself as writing satire. I think I write about people as they really are, without making them better or worse.

I think snow is so evocative and has such a powerful atmosphere.

I think part of the beauty of our relationship with jewelry is that it can change and evolve as we do ourselves.

I think we all feel geeky at times, don't we? Isn't that all a part of the wonderful tapestry of life?

I realized that I've had a really rocky relationship with food - it has not been a gauzy, beautiful summer of ripe melons and perfectly buttered toast.