My purpose is to entertain myself first and other people secondly.

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

A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself.

This was not some pretty little girl, coyly flirtatious, delicately stimulated. This was the mature female of the species, vivid, handsome and strong demanding that all the life within her be matched. Her instinct would detect any hedging, any dishonesty, any less than complete response to her - and then she would be gone for good.

If you would be thrilled by watching the galloping advance of a major glacier, you'd be ecstatic watching changes in publishing.

Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather. It is your inner image of yourself, and if you look in there and see a man who won't cheat, then you know he never will.

In the morning I'm often anti-semantic.