The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.

When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.

There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.