Sex is not some sort of pristine, reverent ritual. You want reverent and pristine, go to church.

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.

Men, being conditioned badly, are always feeling nooses closing around their necks, even dumpy boors no girl would take on a bet.

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.

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

You can't take away knowledge, and it's dangerous to pretend you never had it.

Enough about you let's hear about me.