Everyone wants to do what the great ones do; but very few are willing to do what they did to become great
The lady was old, the lady was ill. It didn't matter what the lady believed.
Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you.
The past is always tense, the future perfect.
Don’t romanticise your ‘vocation’. You can either write good sentences or you can’t. There is no ‘writer’s lifestyle’. All that matters is what you leave on the page.
Time is how you spend your love.
Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.
Single motherhood is an amazing thing; it's a blessing.
They loved, and quarreled, and made up, and loved, and fought, and were true to each other and untrue. She made him the happiest man in the whole world and the most wretched, and after a few years she died, and then, when he was thirty, he died, too. But by that time Catullus had invented the love poem.
If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred, and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate. It is therefore realized on all sides that however ofter Persia, or Egypt, or Java, or Ceylon may change hands, the main frontiers must never be crossed by anything except bombs.
It is in the nature of the New Yorker to be as topical as possible, on a level that is often small in scale and playful in intention.