Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reeds. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your heart to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower and you, its only seed.

before one actually visits them, everyone tends to think of their favorite countries as one grand Disneyland filled with national monuments and historical treasures conveniently laid out for easy viewing, when what they really are filled with, of course, is people going to work, laundromats and places to buy rat poison.

If sex is such a natural phenomenon, how come there are so many books on how to do it?

I have my standards. They're low, but I have them.

Writing a book is not as tough as it is to haul thirty-five people around the country and sweat like a horse five nights a week.

I'd make a wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll wear a pair of platform shoes or something.

We're all divine, but I was the only one who had the nerve to call myself that.