I have wanted only one thing to make me happy. That thing is everything.

The motivation of all artists is ‘Look at me, Mum’.

I can count all the lovers I’ve had on one hand…if I’m holding a calculator.

I didn’t want to tell Mother I worked as a journalist. She thought I was a prostitute. Locking yourself in a room and inventing characters and conversations which do not exit is no way for...

Self-pity is the most destructive of all narcotics.

We can’t all be stars because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as I go by.

One of the many troubles of growing older is that it gets progressively harder to find a famous historical figure who hadn’t yet amounted to anything by the time he was your age.

Being well-dressed gives a feeling of inward tranquility which psychoanalysis is powerless to bestow.

Unhappiness lies in that gap between our talents and our expectations.