Comfort has its place, but it seems rude to visit another country dressed as if you’ve come to mow its lawns.

The drama bug strikes hardest with Jews, homosexuals and plump women who wear their hair in bangs. These are people who, for one reason or another, desperately crave attention

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

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 movies, I forget about them while I'm watching them. I go every single day. But I've never thought about participating in any way. It's like being at home all day. It was never a goal to me.

Actually I liked that 'Let the Right One In,' that Swedish vampire movie.

On a busy day twenty-two thousand people come to visit Santa, and I was told that it is an elf's lot to remain merry in the face of torment and adversity. I promised to keep that in mind.