All roads lead to my dogs, don't they?

I guess intractable right-wing ideologues are my mortal enemy.

Last night, I went to a birthday party, and this girl brought a cake and a cheesecake. And the other girls that lived in the apartment, I swear to God, all night long: 'You're taking that cake with you when you go. That cake's not staying in this house.' Like it's this evil, Hope Diamond, nuclear, horrifying cursed thing.

I truly believe a woman's weight is a political issue, and if one young woman out there can see me and not feel crummy about herself, that's a good thing.

I would have to say loneliness is next to uncleanliness.

I feel like the American people are being lied to and manipulated. President Bush is trying to force 9/11 and Saddam together.

Sage advice? If you're drunk, stay away from the phone. You can't get the answering machine message back.