“We are not all connected. We are bags of skin. We are all separate bags of thinking skin.”

Nothing makes you feel more stupid than finding out you were wrong when you thought you were loved.

Surgery is just stabbing in a courteous environment

Remember you love writing. It wouldn’t be worth it if you didn’t. If the love fades, do what you need to and get it back.

Have more humility. Remember you don’t know the limits of your own abilities. Successful or not, if you keep pushing beyond yourself, you will enrich your own life – and maybe even please a few strangers.

Read. As much as you can. As deeply and widely and nourishingly and ­irritatingly as you can. And the good things will make you remember them, so you won’t need to take notes.

Write. No amount of self-inflicted misery, altered states, black pullovers or being publicly obnoxious will ever add up to your being a writer. Writers write. On you go.

You never see a normal spot, a bag under the eye or an unplucked eyebrow, because that’s not how Hollywood works.

I’m a bit of a gypsy. I live everywhere; I live out of a bag.

Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

I’m an ugly girl, My face makes you hurl, Sad I have it, I should bag it. Acne everywhere, Unwanted facial hair. I’m a relation to Frankenstein’s creation.

It is my fondest wish that in the fullness of time, the American people will look back on the Franken presidency as something of a mixed bag and not as a complete disaster.

I bet they didn’t tell you that was in the gift bag.

I fight, knock them out, have some sex and Monday I’m back to hitting bags and kicking ass.

A structured bag, statement jewelry or a cute scarf can add polish to any outfit!