I know how deeply slothful I am.

In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins.

I just know so many people who have six or seven foreign languages and have read everything and have musical training and they are still dorks.

One serious drawback about letters is that, in order to get them, one must send some out. When it comes to the mail, I feel it is better to receive than to give.

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.