I love narcissists-even more than they love themselves. You don't have to buoy them up. They are their own razzle-dazzle show and you are the blessed, favored with a front-row seat.

For somebody who is a journalist, I can be awfully unobservant sometimes.

Being serious just makes me a little bit embarrassed.

Maybe pretty women were always funny but only now decided to go into comedy.

New York is rich in culture, cuisine, and commerce.

Every nuclear bomb is an Auschwitz waiting to happen.

Mothers know the difference between a broth and a consommé. And the difference between damask and chintz. And the difference between vinyl and Naugahyde. And the difference between a house and a home. And the difference between a romantic and a stalker. And the difference between a rock and a hard place.