Whenever someone accuses someone of being a racist - which is rare, you have to admit, considering how much racism there is - there is an incredible outrage. I realized that we live in an environment that it seems to be worse to call someone a racist than to be one.

Not writing is probably the most exhausting profession I've ever encountered.

I must take issue with the term 'a mere child,' for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely preferable to that of a mere adult.

Civilised adults do not take apple juice with dinner.

Because of the Internet everybody sees the same stuff. You can buy the clothes of New York, even if you're not living there. So I think that the accessibility, in this case, drives buying choices more than anything else.

The good thing about being in someone else's apartment is it's so much easier to leave than it is to get someone out.

I've never had the experience of being edited and never will.