Everybody I Know Who Goes Out And

The Realization That I May Have Only A Few Good Yeras Remaining Has Hit Me With Real Force, And I Have Done A Lot Of Thinking As A Result. I Would Like To Have Come Up With Something Profound, But I Haven't.

You Can Settle For Reality, Or You Can Go Off, Like A Fool, And Dream Another Dream.

My Parents Were Screenwriters, And They Had Four Daughters And We All Write. So That's Amazing. Talk About Powerful Parents. My Mother Always Said To Us, "everything Is Copy."

Journalists Are Interesting. They Just Aren't As Interesting As The Things They Cover.

Everybody Dies. There’s Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether Or Not You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God. (although There’s No Question A Belief In God Would Come In Handy. It Would Be Great To Think There’s A Plan, And That Everything Happens For A Reason. I Don’t Happen To Believe That. And Every Time One Of My Friends Says To Me, “everything Happens For A Reason,” I Would Like To Smack Her.)