No one ever pretended that shopping for anything is a rational experience. If it were would there be Fluffernutter? Laceless sneakers? Porkpie hats? Would the Chia Pet even exist?

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns the rattle of musketry the strange mournful mutter of the battlefield.

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

Look at the average American diet: ice cream butter cheese whole milk all this fat. People don't realize how much of this stuff you get by the end of the day. High blood pressure is from all this high-fat eating.

In L.A. I get a meal delivery service called Diet Designs. I like a nice butter lettuce salad with some avocado fresh grapefruit shredded chicken breast and raw almond slices with a sesame vinaigrette dressing. I also love juicing and am kind of obsessed with it.

But if you pick up every other magazine it is the peanut butter diet or the cabbage soup diet and then you go to the radio and you hear that you can drink some solution and you will lose weight overnight. It just does not work that way!

As for those grapefruit and buttermilk diets I'll take roast chicken and dumplings.

Do you know how many calories are in butter and cheese and ice cream? Would you get your dog up in the morning for a cup of coffee and a donut?

I've always been a bit of a decorator. I think if I wasn't a singer I'd probably be in stage setting or interior design or something. I like clutter and I'm quite visually greedy. I can't have things to be plain I have to have things looking interesting... maybe I'm just a frustrated interior designer stuck in a singing career.

About half my designs are controlled fantasy 15 percent are total madness and the rest are bread-and-butter designs.

The cool thing about writing is that there is really never a typical day. Sometimes I get a rhythm going and head off to work every morning and come home at night. Sometimes I'll write for two days straight and then be utterly blank for the next two.

Greg Berlanti David Nutter Andrew Kreisberg and Marc Guggenheim are the people I wanted to work with. They're smart they're funny they're cool they're edgy.

Ever since the collapse of cap and trade legislation and the realization that President Obama is unlikely to ever utter the words 'climate change' in public again much less use the bully pulpit to prepare the nation for the catastrophic risks of inaction the movement has been in a funk.

The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.

A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend one human soul whom we can trust utterly who knows the best and worst of us and who loves us in spite of all our faults.

A whopping 89 percent of buyers start their home search online. How your house looks online is the modern equivalent of 'curb appeal.' Rent a wide-angle lens and good lighting get rid of your clutter and post at least eight great photos to win the beauty contest.

History repeats itself but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

Abstract art: a product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.

I always use my husband's cocoa butter stuff. He has amazing skin!

It's been a fascinating thing because we didn't really know how to write when we started South Park at all. It's been like we've just sort of grown up a bit and it's amazing to just see how if you take Butters and Cartman and put them in any scene it works.

I like to read books and be alone I'm not social butterfly person.

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

Man cannot live by bread alone he must have peanut butter.

And then when all around grows dark when we feel utterly alone when all men right and left pass us by and know us not a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.