Plenty of guys are good at sex, but conversation, now there's an art.

I never get used to it, the unknowable mystery of a person so suddenly, totally closed, snapped shut like a half-read novel.

Plenty of guys are good at sex, but conversation, now there's an art.

Yiddish is the voice of exile, the tongue of ghettos, but I'll shed a tear when it joins ancient Greek and dead Latin. For gossip and insult, you can't beat Yiddish.

Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.

If life can end in one minute - so damn quickly with no damn warning - you better do what you want to do now right this minute. Because your next minute might not happen.

Probably the only thing my mom and dad agreed on was the vital importance of guilt.