Most all of the writers I admired when I was in my teens and twenties died young. Fitzgerald lived the longest. He was 44. Dylan Thomas was 39. And then once you're approaching 40, you suddenly think, "Well, maybe I would like to live longer than Fitzgerald or Thomas."

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

Great minds sink alike, right?

Love is the eternal quest: almost everyone wants to love and be loved.

We've been hearing about the death of the novel ever since the day after Don Quixote was published.

I'm a romantic; you have to be to marry four times.

I don't think I've left a trail of weeping women in my wake. I mean, the number of serious relationships I've had has not been into double digits.