I think it can be tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature has something on his mind other than the history of literature so far. Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.

Then the lord rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the Lord out of Heaven; and He overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground. So it goes. Those were vile people in both those cities, as is well known. The world was better off without them. And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

Never schedule a board meeting on Wednesday because it kills two weekends.

No one can amount to a damn in the arts if he becomes sweetly reasonable, seeing all sides of a picture, forgiving all sins.

Historians in the future, in my opinion, will congratulate us on very little other than our clowning and our jazz.

One good thing about TV is, if you die violently, God forbid, on camera, you will not have died in vain because you will be great entertainment.