I write about sex, not love. What do I know about love?

I love the opportunity to wear something really special and go to a wonderful event at some great cultural institution.

When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?

Come little children, I'll take thee away into a Land of Enchantment. Come little children, the time's come to play here in my Garden of Magic.

If two people have only one thought between them, something is very wrong.

I find it so ironic that all you do, for the earliest part of your life, is try to be like everybody else. And then you turn 30, and you realize all you want to do is distinguish yourself in some way.

I got to thinking about relationships and partial lobotomies. Two seemingly different ideas that might just be perfect together - like chocolate and peanut butter.