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

I have no-fail chemistry. A guy turns me on, he's the wrong one for me.

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.

Guilt is the major motivating force in my life.

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

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

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.