Eighty's a landmark and people treat you differently than they do when you're seventy-nine. At seventy-nine, if you drop something it just lies there. At eighty, people pick it up for you.

If arrogance is the heady wine of youth, then humility must be its eternal hangover.

Mail from home was so important when you were traveling. It kept you in touch with the familiar, even the part you were running from.

Emotion seemed more valid than experience, for I had so much of the former and so little of the latter.

Vanity, wounded pride, rejection, self-delusion. I could recite a litany of little pinpricks that finally produce a gaping wound. That's how marriages and friendships come apart.

People who let the weak or greedy drink their blood sometimes have a need to play God.

When you get to be my age, all your friends have either died or moved to Florida.

Fear is for the old. Lack of it is one of the joys of youth.

It's especially fitting that they call a cruise ship 'she,' for she is pregnant with a thousand adult embryos who long to stay forever warm and sheltered in this great white womb.

The rush of power to the head is not as becoming as a new hat

Even angels must find their wings too heavy sometimes.

When the rich and the powerful rise they leave the powerless and the poor without possibility.

Couldn't he have come out and greeted her like a civil human being instead of lurking from his kitchen while she shared a clearly intimate moment with his brisket?

When I get logical, and I don't trust my instincts - that's when I get in trouble.

The placing of the centre pawns determines the "topography" of a game of chess.

Please tell me you did not bring me out here so you could tell me a very boring story about your sister.

Uncertainty is the fertile ground of pure creativity and freedom.

But seriously, I think overall in the scheme of things winning an Emmy is not important. Let's get our priorities straight. I think we all know what's really important in life - winning an Oscar.

It is a sad thing that our schoolboys look upon manual labour with disfavour, if not contempt.

As a dream comes true, it falls flat.

You approach the Mullahs as if they are normal people. They are not. You see them in your own image; you should not.