At first, writing for The New Yorker was very scary to me. I couldn't imagine anything that I would write in that typeface.

Most people would have found it grotesque, but when you're in love nothing is so abstract or horrible that it can't be thought of as cute.

It hardly seemed fair, because, unlike a horse or a Seeing Eye dog, the whole glory of being a bird is that nobody would ever put you to work.

I don't like being left to my own thoughts.

There are lots of things that happen to me that I don't write about.

Remember that the most important thing is to try and love other people as much as they love you.

Such movies are always a danger...falling in love is something most adults have actually experienced...The theme is universal and encourages...unhealthy comparisons...why can't our lives be like that? It's a box left unopened, and its avoidance explains the continued popularity of vampire epics and martial-arts extravaganzas.