New York is my Lourdes, where I go for spiritual refreshment... a place where you're least likely to be bitten by a wild goat.

It's not that the Irish are cynical. It's rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.

Whatever you hold in contempt is your jailer.

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.

There's no bad publicity except an obituary.

I am a daylight atheist.

That you, sister. May you be the mother of a bishop.