When you catch yourself lying to your therapist, you know it's a waste of money.

Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren’t.

A modest critique of an age in which an actor is the President, in which fashion models are asked for their opinions, in which getting into a nightclub is seen as a significant human achievement.

Sometimes I think everything I touch turns into a Page Six item.

I remain a fan of my friend Bret Easton Ellis's 'American Psycho.' I think as a book about New York in the '80s it was pretty excellent.

You keep thinking that with practice you will eventually get the knack of enjoying superficial encounters, that you will stop looking for the universal solvent, stop grieving. You will learn to compound happiness out of small increments of mindless pleasure.

The capacity for friendship is God's way of apologizing for our families.