An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

Those running tights the young women wear now, so they look like spacewomen, raspberry red and electric green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks, what is the point of them? Display. Young animals need to display.

I will try not to panic, to keep my standard of living modest and to work steadily, even shyly, in the spirit of those medieval carvers who so fondly sculpted the undersides of choir seats.

Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.

Appealingness is inversely proportional to attainability.

The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.

In general, the churches, visited by me often on weekdays... bore for me the same relation to God that billboards did to Coca-Cola; they promoted thirst without quenching it.