While writing my first 90 books I was magazine editor publisher book publisher executive etc. so I was established in publishing. three of my seven or so books were biographies of sports stars and really opened doors for me in that area.

For a while I was on the cover of every Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue which was regarded as the pinnacle of success in America.

Most people compliment me on maintaining my femininity while I'm on the court. People like the fact that I model. My fans or little girls always say they want to play sports but also want to be a model like me and I think that's great.

I'm not good at anything except writing jokes. I wasn't good at sports I wasn't good at anything artsy ever. I think there was a real worry for a while about what I would be good at. I was just this chubby little Indian kid who looked like a nerd.

Basketball is like war in that offensive weapons are developed first and it always takes a while for the defense to catch up.

Since I have come to America I am often asked whether my next novel will be set in America. I don't think it will. I think I will be living in America for some time to come but while living in America I would like to write about Japanese society from the outside.

I believe we can continue the Great Society while we fight in Vietnam.

Before I do anything I think well what hasn't been seen. Sometimes that turns out to be something ghastly and not fit for society. And sometimes that inspiration becomes something that's really worthwhile.

A society deadened by a smothering network of laws while finding release in moral chaos is not likely to be either happy or stable.

In bourgeois society capital is independent and has individuality while the living person is dependent and has no individuality.

Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone He just as you Would toy and woo He would chirp and flatter me He would hang the wing awhile Till at length he saw me smile Lord! how sullen he would be!

If you're going to kill someone there isn't much reason to get all worked up about it and angry - you just pull the trigger. Angry discussions beforehand are a waste of time. We need to smile at Novell while we pull the trigger.

Get up and dance get up and smile get up and drink to the days that are gone in the shortest while.

While you're improvising you may come up with something which will break him up. As soon as that smile comes out you know that hey we're having fun.

The person that's always talkin' you don't have to worry about that person. The person that while you're in his face he's just lookin' at you with a smile on his face that's the guy you worry about.

Let him who expects one class of society to prosper in the highest degree while the other is in distress try whether one side of the face can smile while the other is pinched.

While that amendment failed human cloning continues to advance and the breakthrough in this unethical and morally questionable science is around the corner.

While most of us know that we feel better after a good hearty laugh science in many cases is yet to prove why.

I suggest that the introductory courses in science at all levels from grade school through college be radically revised. Leave the fundamentals the so-called basics aside for a while and concentrate the attention of all students on the things that are not known.

Evolution seems to close the heart to some of the plainest spiritual truths while it opens the mind to the wildest guesses advanced in the name of science.

The difference between science and the fuzzy subjects is that science requires reasoning while those other subjects merely require scholarship.

The sad thing is that I feel so boring because 'Twilight' is literally how every conversation I have these days begins - whether it's someone I'm meeting for the first time or someone I just haven't seen in a while. The first thing I want to say to them is 'It's insane! And as a person I can't do anything!'

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.