In A Socialist Country You Can Get

Everybody Dies. There's Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God.

There Are Plenty Of Men Who Philander During The Summer, To Be Sure, But They Are Usually The Same Lot Who Philander During The Winter - Albeit With Less Convenience.

Working As A Journalist Is Exactly Like Being The Wallflower At An Orgy. I Always Seem To Find Myself At A Perfectly Wonderful Event Where Everyone Else Is Having A Marvelous Time, Laughing Merrily, Eating, Drinking, Having Sex In The Back Room, And I Am Standing On The Side Taking Notes On It All.

I Look Out The Window And I See The Lights And The Skyline And The People On The Street Rushing Around Looking For Action, Love, And The World's Greatest Chocolate Chip Cookie, And My Heart Does A Little Dance.

I Want To Talk To Her. I Want To Have Lunch With Her. I Want Her To Give Me A Book She Just Read And Loved. She Is My Phantom Limb, And I Just Can’t Believe I’m Here Without Her.”- On Losing Her Best Friend