The other day I read that last year 58 million tourists came to New York ... where a puny eight million people are trying to live. Unless they own a hotel chain, I don't think a single one of these eight million people are happy about this.

Instead of writing it wrong six times and then writing it right, I think it wrong six times and then write it right the seventh time.

I hate academic mysteries. As soon as I come across the word 'don' and it's not someone's first name, I close the book.

Vegetables are interesting but lack a sense of purpose when unaccompanied by a good cut of meat.

I hate, simply, to work. I just hate to work, period. I am profoundly slothful. Practically inert.

Andy Warhol made fame more famous.

Special-interest publications should realize that if they are attracting enough advertising and readers to make a profit, the interest is not so special.