If you are any kind of an artist, then validation . . . can be a result, but you're going to do the work anyway.

The humor section is the last place an author wants to be. They put your stuff next to collections of Cathy cartoons.

Paul Rudnick is a champion of truth (and love and great wicked humor) whom we ignore at our peril.

If you read someone else's diary, you get what you deserve.

This was the consequence of seeing too much and understanding the horrible truth: No one is safe. The world is not manageable.

Up close the city constitutes an oppressive series of staircases, but from a distance it inspires fantasies of wealth and power so profound that even our communists are temporarily rendered speechless.

We were not a hugging people. In terms of emotional comfort it was our belief that no amount of physical contact could match the healing powers of a well made cocktail.