Reading a book, for me at least, is like traveling in someone else's world. If it's a good book, then you feel comfortable and yet anxious to see what's going to happen to you there, what'll be around the next corner. But if it's a lousy book, then it's like going through Secaucus, New Jersey -- it smells and you wish you weren't there, but since you've started the trip, you roll up the windows and breathe through your mouth until you're done.

I write about what interests me. It's very dangerous when you try to satisfy an audience.

Some people are like blue jeans- the older and more beat up they get, the better they look.

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.

The Viennese wash everything. Where else in the world does the government hire public servants to wash public telephone booths and the glass over traffic lights? Every time I see someone doing these things, I smile like a child.

It's always fun to walk down the street with or behind a really beautiful woman, for no reason other than to see how the world reacts to them.