The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor.

I have this theory: If you forgive someone, they can't hurt you anymore.

Patent leather wedges-they were big when I went to prom!

Oh I don't plan on getting married. It's a legalized form of prostitution.

Love is spiritual. It's about self-sacrifice and commitment. And discipline. You cannot have true love without discipline and respect. When you lose the respect of your spouse, you've lost everything.

I know I have to do the right thing. And the sooner you do the right thing, the better. You get it over with, and you don't have to worry about it anymore. But who does that in real life? Instead, you procrastinate and think about it and put it off and think about it some more until that one little pebble grows into a giant block inside your head.

I sometimes read in a gossip column that I was at a party when I was in Europe at the time. It sometimes feels I've got a Doppelganger somewhere.