I Actually Believe In Denial.

No Man Can Be Friends With A Woman He Finds Attractive. He Always Wants To Have Sex With Her. Sex Is Always Out There. Friendship Is Ultimately Doomed And That Is The End Of The Story.

And So, Thanksgiving. Its The Most Amazing Holiday. Just Think About It — It's A Miracle That Once A Year So Many Millions Of Americans Sit Down To Exactly The Same Meal As One Another, Exactly The Same Meal They Grew Up Eating, And Exactly The Same Meal They Ate A Year Earlier. The Turkey. The Sweet Potatoes. The Stuffing. The Pumpkin Pie. Is There Anything Else We All Can Agree So Vehemently About? I Don't Think So.

Working As A Journalist Is Exactly Like Being A Wallflower At An Orgy.

Oh, How I Regret Not Having Worn A Bikini For The Entire Year I Was Twenty-six. If Anyone Young Is Reading This, Go, Right This Minute, Put On A Bikini, And Don't Take It Off Until You're Thirty-four.

Everyone Always Asks, Was He Mad At You For Writing The Book? And I Have To Say, Yes, Yes, He Was. He Still Is. It Is One Of The Most Fascinating Things To Me About The Whole Episode: He Cheated On Me, And Then Got To Behave As If He Was The One Who Had Been Wronged Because I Wrote About It! I Mean, It's Not As If I Wasn't A Writer. It's Not As If I Hadn't Often Written About Myself. I'd Even Written About Him. What Did He Think Was Going To Happen? That I Would Take A Vow Of Silence For The First Time In My Life? "