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

Dying is like making love, except you don't get naseous afterwards.

Sex is like having dinner: sometimes you joke about the dishes, sometimes you take the meal seriously.

I was in analysis for years because of a traumatic childhood; I was breast-fed through falsies.

There's nothing sexier than a lapsed Catholic.

One of the interesting things is, the most gifted people, the biggest people, have no problem taking small roles.

Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it.