No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.

Let's take everything just as it is.

Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

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

I used to spend all of my time projecting. I was never in the moment. It was always tomorrow or next week or two months from now. That was one of the reasons I always had this sense of anxiety.

I know the next best thing is often the very best.

Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)