People never notice anything.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.

One day a long time from now you'll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That's when you'll finally produce the work you're capable of.

Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.

I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. I was once described by my own son Stephen as an emotional ostrich.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

We must therefore take account of this changeable nature of things and of human institutions and prepare for them with enlightened foresight.

A good brain ain't diddley, if you don't have the facts.

There is no reason to hit a woman. And I was just like, really? I could give you, like, 17 right off the top of my head.

In my fight against terrorism, to me, the biggest terrorist is Obama, and the United States of America.

The short story feels like the most natural length for prose fiction, or certainly for the kind of ideas and situations I like to encounter.

There are things one must do for oneself.

I kind of stopped buying vinyl because I'm always on the road and you can never listen to it.

Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the word's full octave.

I'm being hypocritical because I have a Twitter, but I try to not talk about things like, 'Oh, I had a grapefruit this morning and it was delicious,' because, who cares?