I have a theory that children remember two things-when you weren't there and when they threw up.

People have only one way to be.

The image of the journalist as wallflower at the orgy has been replaced by the journalist as the life of the party.

I have no desire to be dominated. Honestly I don't. And yet I find myself becoming angry when I'm not.

You always think that a bolt of lightning is going to strike and your parents will magically change into the people you wish they were, or back into the people they used to be.

Take notes. Everything is copy.

You're born, you die. Everything in between is subject to interpretation.