That [photographs] disturb readers is exactly as it should be: that's why photojournalism is often more powerful than written journalism.

You can't retrieve you life (unless you're on Wikipedia, in which case you can retrieve an inaccurate version of it).

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.

I have for many years been puzzled by the persistence of Hugh Hefner. Why is he still here?

There are plenty of men who philander during the summer, to be sure, but they are usually the same lot who philander during the winter - albeit with less convenience.

I married him against all evidence. I married him believing that marriage doesn't work, that love dies, that passion fades, and in so doing I became the kind of romantic only a cynic is truly capable of being.

Every so often I would look at my women friends who were happily married and didn't cook, and I would always find myself wondering how they did it. Would anyone love me if I couldn't cook? I always thought cooking was part of the package: Step right up, it's Rachel Samstat, she's bright, she's funny and she can cook!