Capitalism tries for a delicate balance: It attempts to work things out so that everyone gets just enough stuff to keep them from getting violent and trying to take other people’s stuff.

Although the photographer and the art thief were close friends, neither had ever taken the other's picture.

I'm in shape. Round is a shape.

I love individuals. I think people are terrific as I meet and get to know them. I like imagination. I like the freedom that this society manages to parcel out to us in the midst of the rest of what they do to you. I also like thinking about the fact that the atoms in me are the same atoms that are in all the rest of the universe, and that every one of those atoms came from the middle of a star. In other words, it's only me out there.

I think it would be fair and right to use some of my land and wealth for a drug-rehab center or an Indian school.

Don't confuse my point of view with cynicism. The real cynics are the ones who tell you that everything's gonna be all right.

Irony deals with opposites; it has nothing to do with coincidence.