If it were better, it wouldn't be as good.

Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.

Parody is homage gone sour.

I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run.

We must all face the fact that in a single lifetime we lead several simultaneous lives; our intention should be to make them reinforce one another instead of colliding.

Obscenity is a notable enhancer of life and is suppressed at grave peril to the arts.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

The ingenuities we practice in order to appear admirable to ourselves would suffice to invent the telephone twice over on a rainy summer morning.

Avain attempt to subdue that unsubduable country.

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.

When I was kidnapped as a child my parents sent a letter to the hijackers me Pay 5, 000 dollars or your back

Everybody calls me "Marty." I never know what to call myself.

Know how to use evasion. That is how smart people get out of difficulties.

A prayer is directed by a supplicant toward someone/something powerful who can grant a favor, and by putting daughters in that position, you place them in the position of power.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.

Life is a process, not a principle, a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved.

Well, I was already so happy being chosen to do the issue itself, that when I got on the cover, it was even more of a surprise and even more amazing to me.

Study the Bible like a soldier on a mission, not a scholar on a sabbatical.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.

Dr. Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened to be staying overnight in Moonstone.