...the safest way of ensuring that secret information did not leak was not to tell anybody about it.

There are always loose ends in real life.

The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them.

He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks....

the walking stick, like a burqa, conferred protective status...

Forever encased in the amber of a writer's prose.

Books are sacred wisdom.

Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.

I could, of course, have written about the film world and the jealousy there and the frequent belief that others don't have talent. But, for some reason, it just struck me to write about art.

Everything wanna be loved. Us sing and dance, and holla just wanting to be loved.

The sport needs the cash cow back.

If God came down here with the box that had the reason for living in it, I'd like to find just 2 words: The Music. That would be neat.

I'm really attracted to authors who take on really tricky material with a very open mind and take a subject matter that you wouldn't think would be a comedy.

I tend to think that the best face of humanity is that we learn. We explore, we study, we think.

The ancient Greeks, as Plato reports, believed that we discover truth through "reminiscence," that is by "remembering," by intuitively searching into our own experience.

I know not my own heart if it be not absolutely free.