And just as I was climbing into that first-class seat, and wrapping myself in a blanket, just as I was adjusting my pillow behind my head, and having a sip of that champagne, and just as I was bringing down and adjusting my Thai purple sleep mask, I had an inkling. I had a flash. I suddenly thought I knew what it was that had killed Marilyn Monroe.

I was darkly convinced that at age 52 I would kill myself because my mother committed suicide at that age. I was fantasizing that she was waiting for me on the other side of the grave.

One of the ways to reincarnate is to tell your story.

How theraputic it is to surrond yourself with people stranger than yourself.

To be famous is to be stuck in an inflexible place. But at least it is to be stuck with money.

I refer to jet lag as 'jet-psychosis - there's an old saying that the spirit cannot move faster than a camel.

All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities.