To weigh and evaluate a vast grid of information, much of it meaningless, and to arrive at sensible, if erroneous, conclusions, is a skill not to be sneezed at.

There are a great many sins in this world, none of them original.

I can be glib and truthful all at once.

When I look back over my novels what I find is that when I think I'm finished with a theme, I'm generally not. And usually themes will recur from novel to novel in odd, new guises.

People often ask me how I make things funny. I don't make things funny.

People who imagine themselves to be self-made seldom enjoy examining the process of manufacture in detail.

To expect reason is where the fallacy lies.