When Your Children Are Teenagers,

Black Makes Your Life So Much Simpler. Everything Matches Black, Especially Black.

[on The Screenplay For "when Harry Met Sally"] It Struck Me That The Movies Had Spent More Than Half A Century Saying, "they Lived Happily Ever After" And The Following Quarter Century Warning That They'll Be Lucky To Make It Through The Weekend. Possibly Now We Are Now Entering A Third Era In Which The Movies Will Be Sounding A Note Of Cautious Optimism: You Know, It Just Might Work.

We Have Lived Through The Era When Happiness Was A Warm Puppy, And The Era When Happiness Was A Dry Martini, And Now We Have Come To The Era When Happiness Is 'knowing What Your Uterus Looks Like'.

I Actually Believe In Denial.

Food Became, For Dinner Parties In The Sixties, What Abstract Expressionism Had Been In The Fifties.