Occupation: Writer Birth: December 9, 1945
I think memories are like dreams. Not reliable proof of anything. I can't prove a memory any more than I can prove a dream..
The belief that love is a finite essence that will eventually run out holds a certain logic for me even now, even if I am supposed to know better..
New York is like a big dinner party. You have to be very careful about what you say and do because you never know whose feet are touching under the t….