I idolized Superman when I was younger. I thought he and I had a lot in common. He was always going into phonebooths and taking off all his clothes.

How wrong Emily Dickinson was! Hope is not "the thing with feathers." The thing with feathers has turned out to be my nephew. I must take him to a specialist in Zurich.

That’s one of the nice things about writing, or any art; if the thing’s real, it just lives.

By now they had mastered my own language, but they still made simple mistakes, like using 'hermeneutics,' when they meant 'heuristic'.

Psychoanalyses is like music lessons, for 5 years you do not notice any progress and suddenly you can play the piano.

Those who can't do, teach!

In my next life I want to live backwards. Start out dead and finish off as an orgasm.