In a world that operates largely at random, coincidences are to be expected, but any one of them must always be mistrusted.

I still can't decide which is more fun - reading or writing.

I like to walk around Manhattan, catching glimpses of its wild life, the pigeons and cats and girls.

As between the intolerable and the merely distasteful, I must choose the latter.

Sometimes it's things that take the joy out of life, like a blowout when you're hitting sixty or a button coming off of a shirt when you're in a hurry, but usually it's people.

The trouble with an alarm clock is that what seems sensible when you set it seems absurd when it goes off

God made you and me, in certain respects, quite unequal, and it would be futile to try any interference with His arrangements.