Even after they had stopped modeling for Playboy and had settled down with other men to raise families of their own, [Hugh] Hefner still considered them his women, and in the bound volumes of his magazine he would always possess them.

You're right in the way of some serious hurricanes, and I don't think I'd be waving those flags in God's face if I were you. ... A condition like this will bring about the destruction of your nation. It'll bring about terrorist bombs. It'll bring earthquakes, tornadoes and possibly a meteor.

He was a true showman. He had not only the talent, but he had the ability to promote that talent. That's one reason why I think he's still relevant after all these years.

The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.

He was a sex junkie with an insatiable habit.

Most journalists are restless voyeurs who see the warts on the world, the imperfections in people and places. gloom is their game, the spectacle their passion, normality their nemesis.