And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world's greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.

My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

If you're looking for monogamy, you'd better marry a swan.

Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it.

The image of the journalist as wallflower at the orgy has been replaced by the journalist as the life of the party.