The triumph of anything is a matter of organization.

But he is tired. He puts the pistol to his head again. He says, “I never asked to be born in the first place.

We are about to be attacked by Al Qaeda. Wave flags if you have them. That always seems to scare them away. I'm kidding.

If a person survives an ordinary span of sixty years or more, there is every chance that his or her life as a shapely story has ended and all that remains to be experienced is epilogue. Life is not over, but the story is.

It goes against the American storytelling grain to have someone in a situation he can't get out of, but I think this is very usual in life.

We'd all do well to start over again, preferably with kindergarten.

Out in the world I go! Muggers! Autograph hounds! Junkies! People with real jobs! Maybe an easy lay! United Nation functionaries and diplomats!