Thank God for little miracles, right?

I like parties, but I'm shy, and I often find myself standing around, feeling awkward.

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

I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.

Thank God for little miracles, right?

I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.

I didn't know a damn thing about style.