Sex is like money; only too much is enough.
Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.
A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people's patience.
Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one.
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.
Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solitude is the enemy of well-being.
How do you write women so well? I think of a man and I take away reason and accountability.
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.
Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.
Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do, they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.
Four years was enough of Harvard. I still had a lot to learn, but had been given the liberating notion that now I could teach myself.
From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.
Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child. Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five.
Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.
I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.
If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and for earning money.
Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.
A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.
A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.
America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.
Americans have been conditioned to respect newness, whatever it costs them.
An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.
Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right or better.