Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.

What I adore is supreme professionalism. I’m bored by writers who can write only when it’s raining.

My importance to the world is relatively small. On the other hand, my importance to myself is tremendous. I am all I have to work with, to play with, to suffer and to enjoy. It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but of my own. I do not intend to let myself down more than I can possibly help, and I find that the fewer illusions I have about myself or the world around me, the better company I am for myself.

Running is the classical road to self-consciousn ess, self-awareness and self-reliance. Independence is the outstanding characteristic of a runner. He learns the harsh reality of his physical and spiritual limitations when he runs. He learns that personal commitment, sacrifice and determination are his only means to betterment. Runners get promoted only through self-conquest.

My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.

She had much in common with Hitler, only no mustache.

I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.