It seems to me, correct me if I'm wrong, that there are an awful lot of people in Manhattan. And it's getting worse.

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

Infidelity is such a pretty word, so light and delicate. Whereas the act itself is dark and thick with guilt, betrayal, confusion, pain, and (okay) sometimes enormous pleasure.

We have to have faith in ourselves. I have never met a woman who, deep down in her core, really believes she has great legs. And if she suspects that she might have great legs, then she's convinced that she has a shrill voice and no neck.

There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth.

Here is Heimel's Law: Anything you fantasize about won't come true. So just cut it out.

With dogs, you don't need gurus. Dogs are forever in the moment. They are always a tidal wave of feelings, and every feeling is some variant of love.