Selling your apartment in New York is like dating a manic-depressive.. you get used to cycles of elation and despondency. Every time someone would come to see the apartment, there was the thrill of the date. You want to be presentable, so you clean the place up, make sure it smells good, put on some mood lighting and mellow music.

Be honest about what you see, get out of the way and let the story reveal itself

I've always believed that who a reporter votes for, what religion they are, who they love, should not be something they have to discuss publicly.

Going gray is like ejaculating: you know it can happen prematurely, but when it does it comes as a total shock.

I hate to ask about the title, because it makes it seem like that is all I've read of the book.

I don't have much experience, but the few times when I would go on a date with a girl - like when I was 12 - there was a lot of sharing, and a lot of talking, and a lot of asking how I am. They thought we were dating, and I was sort of hoping to meet their brothers.

Politics was his passion, but he wasn't suited for the rough-and-tumble of the game. He felt things too deeply. There was no wall between his head and his heart.