The prerequisite for making love is to like someone enormously.

The only reason a man doesn't call is that he doesn't want to.

Love doesn't drop on you unexpectedly; you have to give off signals, sort of like an amateur radio operator.

Money, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.

We are told to value ourselves without feedback, but if nobody is making a pass at you or trying to take you to Bermuda, how are you supposed to feel? Confident?

Being somebody is better than not being somebody vis à vis what you want out of life. If you want to talk to interesting people and have them talk to you, and if you want enough money to live someplace pleasant and to go on trips and be able to help people you love, you simply have to be somebody.

Every morning when I'm thrashing around on the floor doing my solid hour of heavy exercises I'm not really doing that for anyone but myself. It makes me feel good.