Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.

It takes me six months to do a story. I think it out and then write it sentence by sentence - no first draft. I can't write five words but that I change seven.

I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

A liberal is a man who leaves the room before the fight starts.

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song