My parents were very Old World. They come from Brooklyn, which is the heart of the Old World. Their values in life are God and carpeting.

This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?

This stuff tastes awful; I could have made a fortune selling it in my health-food store.

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.

My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.

I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.

A: Socrates is a man. B: All men are mortal. C: All men are Socrates.