There is one thing that humans strive for with every cell, every gene, every nerve fiber of our beings. ... More than Mallomars, more than hot sex, we want to belong.

In Manhattan, marriage is a trend. Couples kiss over their arugula and radicchio salads. They fondle each other's genitals while devouring their pasta puttanesca. By the time the tiramisu arrives, they've slid under the table.

[On her dogs:] I have four now. My friends tell me if I get any more they'll have to hold an intervention.

Enough about you let's hear about me.

Reading is an escape, an education, a delving into the brain of another human being on such an intimate level that every nuance of thought, every snapping of synapse, every slippery desire of the author is laid open before you like, well, a book.

Dogs are us, only innocent.

A person who uses party as a verb is a person who will walk into a shop and walk out wearing a rubber jumpsuit.