A writer can get into a vast deal of trouble through misquotation. If you ever want to receive lots of mail, I recommend you get a Shakespeare quote wrong in a magazine or newspaper.

Not to like ice cream is to show oneself uninterested in food.

What distinguishes us one from another is our dreams, and what we do to make them come about.

Of the seven deadly sins, only envy is no fun at all.

In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins.

The pleasure of jogging and running is rather like that of wearing a fur coat in Texas in August: the true joy comes in being able to take the damn thing off.

I myself think anti-Semitism is about envy.

I am not merely a habitual quoter but an incorrigible one. I am, I may as well face it, more quotatious than an old stock-market ticker-tape machine, except that you can't unplug me.

A cat is the only domestic animal I know who toilet trains itself and does a damned impressive job of it.

I just know so many people who have six or seven foreign languages and have read everything and have musical training and they are still dorks

That wine drinking is more effete than beer drinking? No question.

She shuffled with her head bowed, her dark eyes drifting to avoid contact, and she screamed in bed at night. (Dark City Lights)

I reserve the right to not to be addressed...at all

Opportunities don't happen, you create them

Everyone in L.A. is very positive and upbeat, whereas London can get quite miserable at times.

People sometimes say to me: "Craig, get out of my garden."

Pay close attention to any flame of enthusiasm.

The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.

Every NASCAR driver watches Formula One in the morning; they are well informed.

You have to be intellectually honest with yourself and others. In my judgment, all great investors are seekers of truth.

Which was what love was: unmotivated respect.