Paris is the destination for brokenhearted American women. I think men go there and have their hearts broken, but women come there with their hearts broken.

Paris is a Roach Motel for top American journalists: They check in, having won the plum foreign posting, but never leave.

I think Americans have big hearts.

I'm anti-verite. I think the verite style is a completely false thing. Most things are false to arrive at a truth; verite is falsity without acknowledging its falsity.

American men are like women.

I really like the short stories that Melissa Bank writes. I think she's sort of channeling the female version of J.D. Salinger in more recent days.