The trouble with European cities is that they are drenched in their history, almost all of which is terrible.

In Manhattan, when you're out of the front door, you're on, and you have to be ready to smile and speak to people.

The more people one has to love, the more one's capacity to love stretches.

To live in the past is to miss today's opportunities and tomorrow's blessings.

Of course I lie to people. But I lie altruistically - for our mutual good. The lie is the basic building block of good manners. That may seem mildly shocking to a moralist - but then what isn't?

It's no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, 'Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.' By then, pigs will be your style.

The absolute nothingness of death is a blessing. Something to look forward to.