I've written three books you could think of as memoirs.

Given the clientele, the restaurants on Capri might resemble those fancy Northern Italian places on the East Side of Manhattan where the captain has taken bilingual sneering lessons from the maitre d' at the French joint down the street and the waiter, whose father was born in Palermo, would deny under torture that tomato sauce has ever touched his lips.

The interesting thing about class warfare is that it's only class warfare if it's up, not down. If you talk about welfare cheats or something, that's not class warfare because it's down; you have to talk about rich people before it's class warfare.

Anybody who doesn't think that the best hamburger place in teh world is in his home town is a sissy.

I don't care where I sit, as long as I get fed.

When it comes to rapacious 19th century capitalism, my family's hands are clean.

Everybody is who he was in high school.