My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.
I don't envy young Brits crossing the Atlantic to make their fortunes today.
People in London think of London as the center of the world, whereas New Yorkers think the world ends three miles outside of Manhattan.
I was once hired to write a column for 'The Guardian' and then got fired before I'd submitted my first one. That was unusual. Most newspapers wait until I've written at least one piece for them before firing me.
I miss being fawned over by restaurateurs and chefs.
I think I've been wishing for celebrity for so long that I've got used to being someone who's petitioning the establishment for acceptance. . . my whole schtick, my whole identity, is so wrapped up in being a petitioner that I don't really know how to react now that petition has been granted.
In Britain, by contrast, we still think that class plays a part in determining a person's life chances, so we're less inclined to celebrate success and less inclined to condemn failure. The upshot is that it's much easier to be a failure in Britain than it is in America.
I do believe very strongly that all of us and all of the other things in the context of our planet with Mother Nature, all of these things absolutely have a profound effect.
I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.
The unbeliever imagines that religion pretends to offer answers, while the believer knows that the only promise it makes is to multiply questions.
A small business person has Uncle Sam as a partner, a partner who puts up no money, does no work, and wants 30 or 40 percent