A guest is a jewel on the cushion of hospitality

Every book takes me from 35 to 41 days to write. I don't know why that is. I've tried to get it down to 30 or 31, depending on the length of the month, but it won't work. I don't drink while I'm writing because it fuddles my logical processes, but when I finish a book I go down to the kitchen and pour myself a big belt.

As a professional writer of detective stories, I string along with the ballplayers. I love a ball game.

All my important decisions are made for me by my subconscious. My frontal lobes are just kidding themselves that they decide anything at all. All they do is think up reasons for the decisions that are already made.

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

I'm not a collector. I don't keep letters, or books, or souvenirs. But I do keep one copy of each translation of my books into a foreign language. Have you ever seen a murder story printed in Singhalese? Wow!

The constant petty behests of life permit few opportunities for major satisfactions, and when one is offered it should be seized.