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.

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

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

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

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.

Being serious just makes me a little bit embarrassed.

Every nuclear bomb is an Auschwitz waiting to happen.