The only thing in the world worth a damn is the strange, touching, pathetic, awesome nobility of the individual human spirit.

Being an adult means accepting those situations where no action is possible.

I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what I write.

Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.

Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather.

New York is where it is going to begin, I think. You can see it coming. The insect experts have learned how it works with locusts. Until locust population reaches a certain density, they all act like any grasshoppers. When the critical point is reached, they turn savage and swarm, and try to eat the world. We're nearing a critical point. One day soon two strangers will bump into each other at high noon in the middle of New York. But this time they won't snarl and go on. They will stop and stare and then leap at each others

Way over half the murders committed in this country are by close friends or relatives of the deceased. A gun makes a loud and satisfying noise in a moment of passion and requires no agility and very little strength. How many murders wouldn't happen, if they all had to use hammers and knives?