So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.

It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity.

I've been all over the world and I've never seen a statue of a critic.

He buried his nose in his pillow and went to sleep—to dream of anything rather than getting on in the world, as a sensible young man in his position ought to have done.

God did not intend religion to be an exercise club.

You can't study to be an entrepreneur. Sometimes, you just have to jump.

I didn't run from the situation. I didn't hide the ordeal from the reporters like the sissy baseball players. I fought it head-on... We dealt with it. It's over. And now we're moving on.

The African tribesman, with his complete contempt for truth and his emphasis on brutality and savagery for others but not for himself, is a no-civilization.

I don't like being on television when I'm playing live. I don't even like being on Jools Holland or any of them programs.

I'm thankful for women. I think women are more intelligent than men. Also, without women, there would be no cookies.

Amsterdam must have more than a million people. But the only area where jazz is really profitable and successful in an economic sense is in Japan. That's because they haven't been exposed enough.

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.