I read a lot of true crime growing up - 'The Stranger Beside Me' by Ann Rule about Ted Bundy.

Anyone who's been to high school with teenage girls knows how horrible girls can be.

Growing up in Georgia in the southeastern United States, I was always reading and always kept to myself. I never felt isolated, though; I just liked being alone.

My dad believed in scaring us as we were growing up. Scaring the boys who wanted to date us more.

I have always felt the basis of everything in life is sexual, and I will maintain that to my dying day.

Most people, including many Jews, think of Yom Kippur as a 25-hour caffeine headache capped off by a lox-and-bagels binge. It's undeniably that. But it is also, at its deepest level, a dry run. It is the one day of the year when we Jews are asked to look our mortality in the face.

I'm not afraid of death. How can you be afraid of something that's inevitable?

All my life, I struggled to stretch my mind to the breaking point, until it began to creak, in order to create a great thought which might be able to give a new meaning to life, a new meaning to death, and to console mankind.