What happens slowly carries in each part the possibility of returning to what came before. In an accident everything is simultaneous, sudden, irreversible. It means this: no going back.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men like to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious. They seemed to think it had something to do with them.

If your parents died suddenly, Sandro understood, your home was wherever you were, and now you were from nowhere. Your parents were your provenance. Dead, you had no provenance.

A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death.

Gloria was still talking, something about how shooting people was in a sense safer than making art, in terms of avoiding serious lapses in taste.

At anytime you can decide to live a life that says " I love myself

Writing is a solitary occupation, except for Presidential speeches and sitcoms.

There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it

Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.

Necessity knows no law; I know some attorneys of the same.

But things don't necessarily have to be that expensive to be good. As long as they are expensive enough to last.

I think love lyrics have contributed to the general aura of bad mental health in America.

Before Guadalcanal the enemy advanced at his pleasure - after Guadalcanal he retreated at ours.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

Real action and true helpfulness are perhaps the ultimate charm.