I live just off Ventura Boulevard, where all the weirdos hang out, and I
was on a corner the other day when a wild-looking sort of gypsy-looking
lady with a dark veil over her face grabbed me right on Ventura Boulevard
and said, "Karen Haber! You're never going to find happiness, and no one is
ever going to marry you." I said, "Mom, leave me alone."
-- Karen Haber