I’ve supped on potatoes and groats and am waiting to be sick. How about you?I supped like the Lord in Heaven.’and what does the Lord in Heaven have for supper?’Nothing.

No one has the right to enter literature without fresh new ideas. We’ve got too many dexterous drudges as it is.

Men are jealous of every woman, even when they don’t have the slightest interest in her themselves.

I know that no reader ever asks a question. A writer must force his favors upon his readers.

At least when one speaks of oneself one is passionate, well-informed and specific.

Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.

Your opinion is not my reality.

I want to be spoiled like a child. Cry to my heart's content. But I can only suppress my feelings.

In life, redemption was walking up the down escalator: stop to congratulate yourself, and back you slid.

Stick with the optimists. It's going to be tough enough even if they're right.

What follows I flee; what flees I ever pursue.

It's as if Thomas Kinkade and Dante were at a party, and one turned to the other sometime after midnight and uttered that classic line "You know, we really should work together sometime.

If I have to write by a certain time, I can pull through, but usually I just let stuff happen, hanging out with comic friends - or bringing a basic idea on stage and seeing if it goes anywhere.

When the sales guys run the company, the product guys do not matter so much, and a lot of them just turn off.