Women, fire in their crotch, won't burn out, begin by fighting off pricks, end by going wild hunting for one that still works.

Don't you see, if when we die there's nothing, all your sun and fields and what not are all, ah, horror? It's just an ocean of horror.

To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man.

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

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

I really don't want to encourage young writers. Keep them down and out and silent is my motto.

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