I love nature, I just don't want to get any of it on me.

I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.

I can't with any conscience argue for New York with anyone. It's like Calcutta. But I love the city in an emotional, irrational way, like loving your mother or your father even though they're a drunk or a thief. I've loved the city my whole life - to me, it's like a great woman.

My grandfather was a very insignificant man, actually. At his funeral his hearse followed the other cars.

But what if everyone in the world behaved like me and came here and shot Brisseau through the ear? What a mess! And of course we'd need valet parking.

If you're not failing every now and again, it's a sign you're not doing anything very innovative.

I can't enjoy anything unless everybody is. If one guy is starving someplace, that puts a crimp in my evening.