Insane people are always sure they're just fine. It's only the sane people who are willing to admit they're crazy.

[on the screenplay for "When Harry Met Sally"] It struck me that the movies had spent more than half a century saying, "They lived happily ever after" and the following quarter century warning that they'll be lucky to make it through the weekend. Possibly now we are now entering a third era in which the movies will be sounding a note of cautious optimism: You know, it just might work.

It had better be quirky or perverse or thoughtful enough so that you hit some chord in them. I mean we've all read pieces where we thought, 'Oh, who gives a damn.'

If pregnancy were a book they would cut the last two chapters.

You enter into a certain amount of madness when you marry a person with pets.

It's much easier to get over someone if you can delude yourself into thinking you never really cared that much.

Washington is a city of locker-room boys, and all the old, outmoded notions apply: men and women are ushered to separate rooms after dinner, sex is dirty, and they are still serving onion-soup dip.