There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul. Horrible as successful artists often are, there is nothing crueler or more vain than a failed artist.

Sometimes it was worth all the disadvantages of marriage just to have that: one friend in an indifferent world.

As yet we use our media only for selling things - including, of course, political candidates. What will happen when someone masters the art of selling souls?

I don't think that I had any idea that 'Fear of Flying' would become a part of the culture. I had no idea that it would go all over the world and be published in Chinese and Serbo-Croat and so on.

We find our calling or it finds us, and it's a sin against the fates not to use your talent when you have it.

Why do analysts always answer a question with a question?

Court, in our society, is often the last resort of stubbornness.