I Can't Persuade Myself That One Of

To Say I Drank My Way Into Marriage Isn't Much Of An Exaggeration, And It's None At All To Say I Drank My Way Out Of It.

New York Is An Ugly City, A Dirty City... But There Is One Thing About It. Once You Have Lived In New York And It Has Become Your Home, No Place Else Is Good Enough.

I Can't Persuade Myself That One Of The Problems Facing The Planet Today Might Be A Shortage Of Books By Me.

I Don't Plan An Awful Lot In Life Just As I Don't Plan An Awful Lot In My Fiction.

The Short Story, I Should Point Out, Is Perforce A Labor Of Love In Today's Literary World; There's Precious Little Economic Incentive To Write One.