If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.

Think of the funniest story from your life. Chances are, it was something awful at the time.

Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

Envy is what makes you, when an acquaintance is lustily telling you that she's dating a Greek god of a guy, ask, 'Which one, Hades?'

The people I work with are like family. I don't mean this in a nice way.

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who like what they like more than they don't like what they don't like and, in contrast, those who don't like what they don't like more than they like what they like.

Anger is the quintessential individual-signature emotion: I am what makes me mad.