I don't know much about cars," Joyce said, "but I think someone took my engine.

I don't know if it's a good idea to give a woman a box of bullets when she's got a pimple.

Personally, I'm a lazy kind of guy, and leaving the door open on the mystical saves me work. I don't have to stress my brain trying to explain the unexplainable. It's magic. End of discussion.

THERE ARE SOME MEN who enter a woman’s life and screw it up forever. Joseph Morelli did this to me—not forever, but periodically.

I'm done with men. I have a hamster. That's all I need.

I wasn't dating anyone. I was fornicating with Batman.

From the look on your face, I'd say you know him." I nodded. "Sold him a cannoli when I was in high school." Connie grunted. "Honey, half of all the women in New Jersey have sold him their cannoli