God, you Jews are truly exotic." Exotic? She should only know the Greenblatts. Or Mr. and Mrs. Milton Sharpstein, my father's friends. Or for that matter, my cousin Tovah. Exotic? I mean, they're nice, but hardly exotic with their endless bickering over the best way to combat indigestion or how far back to sit from the television set.

We stand at a crossroads. One path leads to despair, the other to destruction. Let's hope we make the right choice.

My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers.

My success has allowed me to strike out with a higher class of women.

In the shower, with the hot water coming down, you've left the real world behind, and very frequently things open up for you. It's the change of venue, the unblocking the attempt to force the ideas that's crippling you when you're trying to write.

If God is everywhere, I had concluded, then He is in food. Therefore, the more I ate the godlier I would become. Impelled by this new religious fervor, I glutted myself like a fanatic.

Some guy hit my fender, and I told him, 'Be fruitful and multiply,' but not in those words.