The last four years of psychoanalysis are a waste of money.

So, twice a week, I go to a beauty salon and have my hair blown dry. It’s cheaper by far than psychoanalysis, and much more uplifting.

In fact, looking back, it seems to me that I was clueless until I was about 50-years-old.

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.'

We all look good for our age. Except for our necks.

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

New Orleans is one of the two most ingrown, self-obsessed little cities in the United States. (The other is San Francisco.)