Amid chaos of images, we value coherence. We believe in the printed word. And we believe in clarity. And we believe in immaculate syntax. And in the beauty of the English language.

Falling short of perfection is a process that just never stops.

We have a policy at The New Yorker, .. That is, if someone doesn't want to be profiled, we drop it. I would like you to show me the same courtesy.

The New Yorker has devoted itself for 59 years not only to facts and literal accuracy but to truth. And truth begins, journalistically, with the facts.

There are other places, surely, for other people, but for me there is one place, Ann 
Arbor, for there it was I discovered what lifes bright possibilities were.

We need to put in proper safeguards. How are we going to feel if somebody leases to the Taliban?

Very strange is this quality of our human nature which decrees that unless we feel a future before us we do not live completely in the present.

...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.

I'd been out of the movies for years, I had had a wonderful stage career, yes, in musicals and so on, but you don't really make any money in the theater.

The harmonica is the most voice-like instrument, you can make it wail, feel happy, or cry. It's like singing the blues without words.

If the challenge to fight was there, I always took it.

In a world which is armed to its teeth with nuclear weapons, every quarrel or difference of opinion may lead to violence of a kind quite different from what is possible today.

By removing the stories from the morass of things that surround us, I'm hoping to achieve some kind of purer approach to emotional life.

Another show I really enjoyed working on was Raising The Bar. I did four or five episodes of that show.

Every Mussalman should serve Pakistan honestly, sincerely and selflessly.