Television will enormously enlarge the eye's range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.

If sometimes there seems to be a sort of sameness of sound in The New Yorker, it probably can be traced to the magazine's copydesk, which is a marvelous fortress of grammatical exactitude and stylish convention.

There's no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.

I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. "Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.

No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader's intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.

I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty—everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?

All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.