Umlaut snaps around and we cut to a blond apparition in her early twenties, clearly descended from Olympus by way of Hugh Hefner's mansion.

He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion... no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.

I loathed every day and regret every day I spent in school. I like to be taught to read and write and add and then be left alone.

Honey, there's a spider in your bathroom the size of a Buick.

Is old age really so terrible? Not if you've brushed your teeth faithfully.

The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

When a doctor makes a mistake, it's best to bury the subject.