If some gang were threatening your family, you'd go looking for someone butch to help, right? Any maybe if your mother were sick or something, you'd find someone a bit more fey.

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

[When Harry Met Sally] was fine, but it was a job. And I did it right after The 'Burbs.

What worries me is, what if this guy is really the one for me and I just haven't had enough therapy yet for me to be comfortable with having found him.

There are very few women from my mother's generation who worked like that, who just kept a career going all her life and raised children and had horrible relationships and lost all her money and got it back again.

I like that - the "you-ish" character.

Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.