I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

If I wrote something that hadn't really happened, and I tried to sell it, I could go to jail. That's fraud!

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 into a pillar of salt. So it goes.

the late twentieth century will go down in history, i'm sure, as an era of pharmaceutical buffoonery.

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 is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.