The great thing about New Jersey is that it's close to New York.

What starts love is your ability to stupefy and blind yourself to the point of being able to fall in love. What stops it is waking up.

My favorite animal is steak.

Generally speaking, the poorer person summers where he winters.

Large, naked, raw carrots are acceptable as food only to those who live in hutches eagerly awaiting Easter.

The other day I read that last year 58 million tourists came to New York ... where a puny eight million people are trying to live. Unless they own a hotel chain, I don't think a single one of these eight million people are happy about this.

When I was young, boys didn't type.