“I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it’s so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.”

I hate writing, I love having written.

Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.

Ducking for apples — change one letter and it’s the story of my life.

But I don’t give up; I forget why not.

[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that’s much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

Heterosexuality is not normal, it’s just common.

Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.

A liberal is a man who leaves the room before the fight starts.

Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

A girl’s best friend is her mutter.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.

They sicken of the calm who know the storm.

His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.

Telegram to a friend who had just become a mother after a prolonged pregnancy: Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.

I think artists are aware that talking gives a songwriter so much material. If they just tell us what’s happening, it’s so much easier for us to write a song that’s specific to them.

The great fights with your strongest rivals are always the biggest motivation. When you win easily it’s not the same taste.

Ledley King would get the ball off you without you even noticing he’s the only defender in England who doesn’t hold onto you, and he sometimes still gets the ball off my feet easily.

It is easier to love humanity as a whole than to love one’s neighbor.

It’s so easy for a kid to join a gang, to do drugs. We should make it that easy to be involved in football and academics.

Is it easier to pretend we are as perfect as the stars above?

For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.