I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better.

People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.

An Englishman teaching an American about food is like the blind leading the one-eyed.

Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one.

The primary requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite.

The function of the press in society is to inform, but its role in society is to make money.

Inconsiderate to the last, Josef Stalin, a man who never had to meet a deadline, had the bad taste to die in installments.

The world isn't going backward, if you can just stay young enough to remember what it was really like when you were really young.

The only way to write is well and how you do it is your own damn business.

Any city may have one period of magnificence, like Boston or New Orleans or San Francisco, but it takes a real one to keep renewing itself until the past is perennially forgotten.

If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don't know about it.

Writing is done alone. People do not talk about the things they do alone.

The powers of nature are never in repose; her work never stands still.

It is true, that all married men have their own way, but the trouble is they don't all have their own way of having it.

Most of us, I suppose, have a secret country but for most of us it is only an imaginary country. Edmund and Lucy were luckier than other people in that respect.

The relationship between Cathy and Mom in the strip is the one relationship drawn from real life that I have proudly never even tried to disguise.

Kill us today or you'll have to kill us tomorrow.

Well, here's what you can do, and that's about it.

Strange how it was always the spoiled who weakened and cried first, and it was the injured, the maimed, the blind, and the poor who fought on alone.

I'm finding my way, and I make mistakes.

Be kind to yourself, dear - to our innocent follies. Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance. You will come to see that all evolves us.