The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
I get more ass than a giant donkey stable.
Twitter is a lot like crystal meth, because it's really fun to do and Oprah's on it.
I actually wrestled in high school. I was only in one match, and I lost. . . my virginity.
No one entertains the thought that maybe God does not believe in you.
Is there anything better than pussy? Yeah, a really good book.
Love is all about. . . whistles.
Faith transforms the whole person precisely to the extent that he or she becomes open to love.
I do not share the half-in, half-out attitude to the EU of some in Britain. Britain's place is in Europe.
I was never ambitious. I just wanted to have quiet, calm, listen to public radio and say, hello, how are you? Sit down, rest. But I had an early partner named Fred Freeman, a wonderful writer who I met at Northwestern. And I thought we were doing very well with "Jack Paar," and he said, no, we got to go to Hollywood. We got to write sitcom. It's the coming thing.
An hour or so later he received a note from Odette. Swann had left his cigarette case at her house. "If only," she wrote, "you had also forgotten your heart! I should never have let you have it back.