He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.

You can't just eat good food. You've got to talk about it too.

One of the things I'm going to say out there is how grateful I am - and how grateful the world is - for the tremendous gift of the black people, of jazz.

I was once asked if I had any ideas for a really scary reality TV show. I have one reality show that would really make your hair stand on end: "C-Students from Yale".

You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.

[I write] intuitively, reflexively, as if skiing down a steep mountain slope with no time to think.

The prostitutes worked for a pimp now. He was splendid and cruel. He was a god to them. He took their free will away from them, which was perfectly all right. They didn't want it anyway. It was as though they had surrendered themselves to Jesus, for instance, so they could live unselfishly and trustingly-except that they had surrendered to a pimp instead.