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

If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and for earning money.

Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.

The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things.

Writing doesn't require drive. It's like saying a chicken has to have drive to lay an egg.

Revolution is just one crowd taking power from another.

You always find things you didn't know you were going to say, and that is the adventure.