I realize I don't do a very good job in keeping up to date, but I try to.

The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

Every writer at the New Yorker is smarter than me.

There ought to be a law about you coming around.

i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.

If you choose to live outside the law, you must obey the law more stringently than anyone.