I have never had a mundane encounter with celebrity. All but one were kind and sweet. But Andy Warhol pushed me in a crowd and I fell. He and his entourage walked over me like a piece of trash. I was a teen usher at the "Bring Abby (Hoffman) Home" event. NYC, Felt Forum. EGOMUCH?

Tell me that when Valerie Solanas shot him, you didn't pee just a little.

Haha. The truth is I always prefer non-violence. Always. I completely understand the sentiment, however!

You get a lot further with a kind word and a big stick than you do with just the kind word.

I don't have a big stick. I have a viper's tongue.

Oooooh foreplay!