Probably the only thing my mom and dad agreed on was the vital importance of guilt.
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.
I have no-fail chemistry. A guy turns me on, he's the wrong one for me.
Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.
Record company execs eat their young, I swear to God.
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.