There are only three sports: bullfighting, motor racing, and mountaineering; all the rest are merely games.

Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.

He knew he would not be afraid. Even if he ever was afraid he knew that he could do it anyway.

The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.