You meet saints everywhere. They can be anywhere. They are people behaving decently in an indecent society.

Most writers are not quick-witted when they talk. Novelists, in particular, drag themselves around in society like gut-shot bears.

Here is the solution to the American drug problem suggested a couple years back by the wife of our President: "Just say no.

... humanity deserved to die horribly, since it had behaved so cruelly and wastefully on a planet so sweet.

The only way to get anything out of a writer's brains is to leave him or her alone until he or she is damn well ready to write it down.

It's perfectly ordinary to be a socialist. It's perfectly normal to be in favor of fire departments.

She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies.