I do occasionally envy the person who is religious naturally, without being brainwashed into it or suckered into it by all the organized hustles.

Inertia accounts for two-thirds of marriages. But love accounts for the other third.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.

Life is hard for insects. And don't think mice are having any fun either.

That’s one of the nice things about writing, or any art; if the thing’s real, it just lives. All the attendant hoopla about it, the success over it or the critical rejection—none of that really matters. In the end, the thing will survive or not on its own merits. Not that immortality via art is any big deal. Truffaut died, and we all felt awful about it, and there were the appropriate eulogies, and his wonderful films live on. But it’s not much help to Truffaut.

When a doctor makes a mistake, it's best to bury the subject.

There is no advantage getting older. You don't get smarter, you don't get wiser, you don't get more mellow, you don't get more kindly, nothing good happens. Your back hurts more, you get more indigestion, your eyesight isn't as good, you need a hearing aid. It's a bad business getting old and I would advise you not to do it if you can avoid it. It doesn't have a romantic quality.