Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)

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.

Revision means throwing out the boring crap and making what’s left sound natural.

I have fallen in love so many times. If one relationship ended, I would search for another girl. I was always madly in love with all the girls that I dated.

Italian men do appreciate beautiful women. They're not afraid of the beauty, which is nice.

Sedimentation in the past has often been very rapid indeed and very spasmodic. This may be called the "Phenomenon of the Catastrophic Nature of the Stratigraphical Record."

The fate of America cannot depend on any one man. The greatness of America is grounded in principles and not on any single personality.

How can a people who do not mean to understand death hope to understand love, and who will sound the alarm?

It's easy to fall into the trap of believing all the hype that's written about you... Who knows? In a couple of years, you might find me in the loony bin!

gossip ... was like any other commodity in the marketplace. You received it only if you had something of value to give.

Take the crocodile, for example, my favorite animal. There are 23 species. Seventeen of those species are rare or endangered. They're on the way out, no matter what anyone does or says, you know.

On Flash, I thought of myself as a spice character; come in, do a little dance, and I go.