We've had parallel lives. And frankly, I prefer mine to his. I would not like to be George Bush.

Gentlemen are not supposed to tell the truth about their sex lives, nor are ladies, for that matter. Of course Clinton lied - as would anybody in his position.

The critics are like tourists who return from a trip saying they've "done" Machu Picchu: "Okay, we've done magical realism," so now we can throw it out.

The New York Times is the worst in that hardly anybody can write English over there. Most of it reads like slight translations from the German.

The American vice is explanation.

I might become an ascetic, live in India. A little rice is about the best I can do now.

Love and hate are so confused in your savage minds and the vibrations of the one are so very like those of the other that I can't always distinguish. You see, we neither love nor hate in my world. We simply have hobbies.