God, newspapers have been making up stories forever. This kind of trifling and fooling around is not a function of the New Journalism.

I wrote a number of pieces in the year 1966 that were so bad that, although I'm a great collector of my own pieces, I have never collected them.

Dear Mother, I meant to write you before this and I hope you haven't been worried.... I have met some Beautiful People and...

A lie may fool someone else, but it tells you the truth: you're weak.

Everybody is going to be what they are, and whatever they are, there's not going to be anything to apologize about.

They were...well, Beautiful People! - not 'students', 'clerks', 'salesgirls', 'executive trainees' - Christ, don't give me your occupation-game labels! We are Beautiful People, ascendant from your robot junkyard.

Not long after I published my first book, I quickly found I was terrible at being interviewed.