I Actually Believe In Denial.

If Pregnancy Were A Book They Would Cut The Last Two Chapters.

Everyone Always Asks, Was He Mad At You For Writing The Book? And I Have To Say, Yes, Yes, He Was. He Still Is. It Is One Of The Most Fascinating Things To Me About The Whole Episode: He Cheated On Me, And Then Got To Behave As If He Was The One Who Had Been Wronged Because I Wrote About It! I Mean, It's Not As If I Wasn't A Writer. It's Not As If I Hadn't Often Written About Myself. I'd Even Written About Him. What Did He Think Was Going To Happen? That I Would Take A Vow Of Silence For The First Time In My Life? "

You Get To Be A Certain Age And You Start Reading Stuff About The Age You Are, And You Think, What Is Wrong With These People Who Are Writing These Books? Do They Not Have Necks?

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

And Then The Dreams Break Into A Million Tiny Pieces. The Dream Dies. Which Leaves You With A Choice: You Can Settle For Reality, Or You Can Go Off, Like A Fool, And Dream Another Dream.