Tell him he's wrong. Tell him that even if he's right about waiting, he's right for the wrong reasons, and that makes him all the way wrong.

For most of us, I think it's easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.

Here I am, ninety years old and ready for the cooling board, using a brand new Macintosh computer, and there you sit, twenty-two and gorgeous, fresh as a new peach, yet scrawling on a yellow legal pad like an old maid in a Victorian romance.

Madness is a kind of mental suicide.

You see something, then it clicks with something else, and it will make a story. But you never know when it's going to happen.

We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.

I think there ought to be some serious discussion by smart people, really smart people, about whether or not proliferation of things like The Smoking Gun and TMZ and YouTube and the whole celebrity culture is healthy.