I have written a raucous valentine to a poet's dream and agony.

The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.

Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing.

Television excites me because it seems to be the last stamping ground of poetry, the last place where I hear women's hair rhapsodically described, women's faces acclaimed in odelike language.

In moderating, not satisfying desires, lies peace.

In Hollywood a starlet is the name for any woman under thirty who is not actively employed in a brothel.

I'm a Hollywood writer, so I put on my sports jacket and take off my brain.