No matter what the shrinks, or the pundits, or the self-help books tell you, when it comes to love, it's luck.
Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O’Neill were laughing.
. . . they confuse everything I do with my life.
In order to be successful, all you've got to do is show up 80 percent of the time.
People still have existential anxiety. It just may not be expressed in Hebraic idiom.
All literature is a footnote to Faust. I have no idea what I mean by that.