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

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

When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep walking.

Friends are readily disappointed by the size of my closet. And I thought it was big!

I spent more time playing a person I was not than the person I am.

You can't live in New York City and be the most important person in town; you just can't. There are too many other important people here.