I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.

What's at the end of a million dollars? Zero, zero, zero... nothing. A circle with a hole in it.

It is at least worth arguing that there is a modicum of the creative novelist in all of us, and that this absorption with how men get out of difficulties, single-handedly and alone if possible, is the stuff of which we weave the warp and woof of our own better dramatic imaginings.

[On the House Un-American Activities Committee] They'll nail anyone who ever scratched his ass during the National Anthem.

You're not a star until they can spell your name in Karachi.

I let my drinking do the talking.

I can't say I ever loved my mother; I admired her.