No One Has Really Ever Defined What

I Believe It Was Gayelord Hauser, The Nutritionist, Who Said, 'you Are What You Eat,' But If You Happen To Be An Intellectual, You Are What You Quote.

I Was Recently Asked What It Takes To Become A Writer. Three Things, I Answered: First, One Must Cultivate Incompetence At Almost Every Other Form Of Profitable Work. This Must Be Accompanied, Second, By A Haughty Contempt For All The Forms Of Work That One Has Established One Cannot Do. To These Two Must Be Joined, Third, The Nuttiness To Believe That Other People Can Be Made To Care About Your Opinions And Views And Be Charmed By The Way You State Them. Incompetence, Contempt, Lunacy—once You Have These In Place, You Are Set To Go.

If Geniuses Can Sometimes Make Mistakes, Cannot The Rest Of Us On Occasion Be Geniuses?

The Pleasure Of Jogging And Running Is Rather Like That Of Wearing A Fur Coat In Texas In August: The True Joy Comes In Being Able To Take The Damn Thing Off.

We Do Not Choose To Be Born. We Do Not Choose Our Parents, Or The Country Of Our Birth. We Do Not, Most Of Us, Choose To Die; Nor Do We Choose The Time And Conditions Of Our Death. But Within This Realm Of Choicelessnness, We Do Choose How We Live.