Write what will stop your breath if you don’t write.

Waves, once they land on the beach, are not reversible.

Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.

As an older person, I do feel an obligation to tell the story about what was really happening in the fifties, sixties, and seventies, as I saw it.

I lived in a house in the East Bronx, a totally Jewish neighborhood on East 172nd Street. You didn't see Christians much, although one lived next door. We thought they were kind of a minority.

I know I've done good work. I've been very serious about my writing, and I've done the best that I could. But I don't feel that I've done more than I should have. In fact, I've done less than I should have.

All that is really necessary for survival of the fittest, it seems, is an interest in life, good, bad or peculiar.