The connection was so bad, and I couldn’t talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back ‘What?

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.

I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.

...as if in rebellion, certain emotions become amplified at the exact moments when you are expected not to feel them at all.

I feel like a drummer with no sticks and somebody keeps farting on my snare drum.

It's to remind our lads who they're playing for, and to remind the opposition who they're playing against. (on the 'This Anfield' plaque)

From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

To know how to eat well, one must first know how to wait.

The second best decision in time is infinitely better than the perfect decision too late.

Is there a number or mark planned for the hand or forehead in a new cashless society? YES, and I have seen the machines that are now ready to put it into operation.

All through my school life I was appalled by the fact that masters and senior boys were allowed quite literally to wound other boys, and sometimes very severely.

The first writing I did was short short stories for a newspaper syndicate for which I was paid five dollars a piece on publication.