Look at the parts the Oscar-nominated actresses played this year: hooker, hooker, hooker, hooker, and nun.

The big cities of America are becoming Third World countries.

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.

And don't be frightened: you can always change your mind. I know: I've had four careers and three husbands.

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

Believe me, if I looked good, it's not an accident.

[I] had gotten to the point where I simply could not make a bad vinaigrette, this was not exactly the stuff of drama. (Even now, I cannot believe Mark would want to risk losing that vinaigrette. You just don't bump into vinaigrettes that good.)