In New York, people are very overbooked.You say, When do you want to have dinner? It's May. They say, What about October? And then they complain: Oh you can't believe how booked up I am.

In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.

Things that people will say to me, mostly, is that you shouldn't have all these books. It's too expensive.

I never wanted to have any extra money, if it meant having to have any extra work.

Very few people possess true artistic ability. It is therefore both unseemly and unproductive to irritate the situation by making an effort. If you have a burning, restless urge to write or paint, simply eat something sweet and the feeling will pass.

I write so slowly, I could write with my own blood and not hurt myself.

Generally speaking, the poorer person summers where he winters.