I'm half Scotch-Irish on both sides, and when I lose my temper-brother, I go.

Nature, it appears, has been rather more bountiful to Paul's body and purse than to his intellect; above the ears, speaking bluntly, the boy is strictly tapioca.

This medal (the National Book Award) together with my American Express card, will identify me worldwide ... except at Bloomingdale's.

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.

We old roosters must be cautious. Don't try to outwit your arteries.

I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.

The main obligation is to amuse yourself.