My plans are still in embryo, a town on the edge of wishful thinking.

Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book, and does.

I remember the first time I had sex - I kept the receipt.

I must confess, I was born at a very early age.

With the possible exception of clothes, beauty salons and Frank Sinatra, there are few subjects all women agree upon.

I have nothing but respect for you -- and not much of that.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.