It's the cynics who never get married.

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.

If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy.

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

I realized that I might not ever make it as a writer, that it might be because I wasn't good enough, or that it might be because the odds were just too long.

Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing

There aren't many shy writers left.