Of the seven deadly sins, only envy is no fun at all.

I should prefer to die laughing, and, on more than one occasion, thought I might.

Not to like ice cream is to show oneself uninterested in food.

By the way, the secret of speaking French is confidence. Whether you are right or wrong, you don't hesitate.

I myself think anti-Semitism is about envy.

One of the pleasures of being a Jew, I don't have to tell you, it allows you anti-Semitism.

Culture means, I think, that you have widened your experience enough through reading and through being a little bit thoughtful about these things that it has changed your outlook in some ways. And not necessarily made you a better human being but made you see things.

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.

Envy is never general, but always very particular - at least envy of the kind one feels strongly.

I am basically a complainer and all the grounds for complaint have been swept out from under me.

I am married to someone I love.

I am the heterosexual Truman Capote.

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.

I know from the middle distance I give off the look of being prolific, which is a funny compliment to receive.

I know how deeply slothful I am.

I know how many days in which I have just answered e-mail, had three phone calls and a two hour lunch. Poof, gone. They are not infrequent.

I think the story is my form.

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

My wife who is non-Jewish regrets it all the time that I can say these terrible things about fellow Jews and she can't.

No one has really ever defined what a friend is.