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.

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.

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

Record company execs eat their young, I swear to God.

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.

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