I am the beneficiary of a lucky break in the genetic sweepstakes.

Nothing is so soothing to our self-esteem as to find our bad traits in our forebears. It seems to absolve us.

Life consists not simply in what heredity and environment do to us but in what we make out of what they do to us.

Heredity deals the cards; environment plays the hand.

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.