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.

Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.

I started working for the 'NY Observer' when I was 33. After I had been writing for them for about a year and a half the editor said, 'Your stories are the most talked about stories in the 'Observer'; you should have your own column.'

I don't consider my work a job. I consider it a career. And you don't quit a career.

Funny always makes the bad things go away.

Whoever we are here, we might be princesses somewhere else. Or writers. Or scientists. Or presidents. Or whatever the hell we want to be that everyone else says we can't.

As Im writing, certain things become clear to me and certain things begin to feel right and make sense. The pieces start to fall into place.