I usually grow sick of my short-story characters and think, 'I never want to see you again.'

Some people get their books on the best-seller list and then they count the number of weeks, and I just never want to live that way.

Twenty-year-olds have a kind of emotional idealism about relationships and about the world that enables them to say, 'No, you lied to me. Goodbye.' When they see wickedness, they walk away.

I've never been to a dinner party where everyone at the dinner table didn't say something funny.

You know, I'm just a very boring, not very funny person in person. I don't feel pressured to be otherwise.

I never want to grow up.