For years, I've pushed the idea of a column compilation book mainly because it would be easy - I could just staple 'em all together. But publishers have been resistent, feeling the material dates.

I can't drive, so I can only live in New York, which is fine with me.

I'm just a simple kid from Brooklyn who landed into the most enchanted lifestyle imaginable.

I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.

In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted.

It's a good thing that columnists don't make homosexuality their last taboo anymore. But I wish the columnists themselves would come out too.

I go to screenings, then plays, then after-parties, then clubs.