If I lived in another country, like a country that was, say, an enemy of the United States, I would be more amused than I am.

Magazines all too frequently lead to books and should be regarded by the prudent as the heavy petting of literature.

I just can't smile at people for money.

Raisins are a thing that lasts, they come in small boxes, and you always feel like eating raisins, even at six in the morning. A raisin is always an appropriate snack.

Writing pornography is deadly, nothing duller. I mean a toll-taker has a more exciting life than a pornographer.

New York's not exactly antiseptic. It could be clean and less dangerous, and not horrible, not under a tidal wave of tourists.

I have a double policy, which would also solve immigration: I would stand at the border of New York City and I would say, "You can come here to live, but you can't come here to visit."