I hate Danny Kaye movies.

The mob became unruly and the police were forced to resort to sex.

Does anything show the complexity of the miraculous brain more than that weird curiosity, the sleep-protection dream?

I haven't ever found any great writing on that wonderful and often unappreciated art form, the insult.

It was at a vividly bad time in Norman Mailer's life that I met him, and a sort of water-treading time in mine. He had stabbed his wife, and I was a copy boy at Time magazine.

Lawyers work hard and, like us, they're human, many of them.

I live a sensible life. You know, I don't take on too much.