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.

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

Guilt is the major motivating force in my life.

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.

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.