I no longer idolize reason. I have come to accept that ninety percent of what we do is irrational and that we spend what little rational thought we have in justifying our irrationality.

Money and writing appear to be mutually exclusive.

Would it upset men if they found out we weren't different? Are we? Aren't we? Damned if I know.

It's an act of faith to be a writer in a postliterate world.

For you to be successful, sacrifices must be made. It's better that they are made by others but failing that, you'll have to make them yourself.

I don't expect executives to be creative but I do expect them to have courage.

Dying's not so bad. At least I won't have to answer the telephone.