I wouldn't necessarily want to be a big muscular guy. It's nice to be gorgeous whether you're male or female assuming you don't lose whatever else you have.

Whosoever loveth wisdom is righteous, but he that keepeth company with fowl is weird.

This stuff tastes awful; I could have made a fortune selling it in my health-food store.

Ads answered out of desperation in the New York Review of Books proved equally futile as…the 'Bay Area Bisexual' told me I didn't quite coincide with either of her desires.

Of all human weakness obsession is the most dangerous. And the silliest.

I don't want to be immortal through my works. I want to be immortal by not dying.

All the crap they tell you about... getting joy and having a kind of wisdom in your golden years - it's all tripe.