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

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

That's the question: is truth an illusion, or is illusion truth, or are they essentially the same? Myself, I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

I never had a rejection slip in my life.

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

One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it's going to be told.

Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.