When I met my husband, I refused to invite him home for Passover because I was embarrassed my mother might serve all the catered dishes in the wrong order.

Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.

A wet dream in the mind of New York.

When I'm sitting at the desk not being able to write line one, it's silence and despair! It's not so easy to put the pen to the legal pad or type the first sentence on the computer screen.

the only people worth writing about are those about whom the last word cannot be said.

I believe I belong to the last literary generation, the last generation, that is, for whom books are a religion.

Since flesh can't stay, we pass the words along.