Guilt is the major motivating force in my life.
Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.
I have no-fail chemistry. A guy turns me on, he's the wrong one for me.
I never get used to it, the unknowable mystery of a person so suddenly, totally closed, snapped shut like a half-read novel.
Probably the only thing my mom and dad agreed on was the vital importance of guilt.
Record company execs eat their young, I swear to God.