I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

I didn't know a damn thing about style.

New York is tough on lonely people.

My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.

I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

I was going to get the Carolyn Bessette story out of her one way or another.

We're all pretty ordinary on paper.