I think laughter is a sacred act.
My dad was a cross-country truck driver.
A lot of people are afraid of dolls - everybody remembers Chucky.
When I first came to New York, I would scream like a girl and run to the other side of the street if there was a pigeon. Now I can face off with a pigeon.
Everyone has a ghost story, or at least thats how it has always seemed to me.
My first day as an intern in the books department at Cosmopolitan also happened to be the day the O. J. Simpson verdict was announced.
My writing is sort of Sidney Sheldon meets Anne Tyler.
I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, 'Wow, I'm really great-looking. '. . . I think I'm the greatest, anyway.
To do much clear thinking a person must arrange for regular periods of solitude when they can concentrate and indulge the imagination without distraction.
About 95% of the people listening to me agree with me. But I can continue to work with half or 30 or 20% of the audience hating me. In fact, one of the things I've had to do psychologically, in order to thrive, I've had to learn how to take being reviled and hated as a sign of success. Most people are not raised - I certainly wasn't - to want to be hated. I can only think maybe one or two people who were. Hitler. Maybe somebody else. Maybe Saddam.
It may be said that natural selection is daily and hourly scrutinizing, throughout the world, every variation, even the slightest; rejecting that which is bad, preserving and adding up all that is good; silently and insensibly working, wherever and whenever opportunity offers, at the improvement of each organic being in relation to its organic and inorganic conditions of life.