If I were planning to be stranded on a desert island, I wouldn't take Freud's books with me, because I've already read them all.

You have to have a certain kind of thickening of the hide. I mean, I'm not particularly worried about what other people think. If other people think that I was not the world's most perfect mother, they are completely right.

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.

It's true, we tend to write about the same thing over and over again because this is our trauma. If I had been in World War II, I might have been writing about D-Day over and over again.

However, there probably is a slight connection between the high-wire, super sensitivity, open to everything and too much, and slightly fragile soul of the artist and the need to self-medicate, which can lead to bad trouble either in drugs, or alcohol. So it's not that there's no connection, it's just that we can't make too much of it because it isn't the addiction that's the issue, it's the fragility of some people who do artistic work, who end up in rehab somewhere or other.

I feel that the world needs writers. We need to know what's really going on.

Reader, you forget that economics precedes religion; worship grew out of eating, not the other way around.