Having no talent is no longer enough.

[ New York ] is a place that worships incompetence particularly if it's combined with energy and paranoid self-confidence. Only in a city like New York could Truman Capote have made it, or John Simon.

There is no human problem which could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise.

What is in question is a kind of book reviewing which seems to be more and more popular: the loose putting down of opinions as though they were facts, and the treating of facts as though they were opinions.

I can understand companionship. I can understand bought sex in the afternoon, but I cannot understand the love affair.

I regard monotheism as the greatest disaster ever to befall the human race. I see no good in Judaism, Christianity, or Islam - good people, yes, but any religion based on a single...

Obviously I'm in favor of protecting the rights of everybody: gay, black, women, what have you, American Indians.