It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.

Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old.

I'll pay you a million dollars if you tell your life story for true.

She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox. In this case, as opposed to the scrupulous method of good taste and scientific grooming, the trick had been worked by exaggerating defects; she'd made them ornamental by admitting them boldly.

I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to.

When seriously explored, the short story seems to me the most difficult and disciplining form of prose writing extant. Whatever control and technique I may have I owe entirely to my training in this medium.

I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.