All your convictions come back to mock you when you reach a certain age.

You know how hard it is to actually touch the world? To make a mark on it? You die and they bury you in it.

That’s what children eventually were for their aging parents: custodians of technology, free personal IT departments keeping them from disappearing forever from the universal cloud.

Women had cup sizes to track their development. Men had a ruler and hope.

Maybe, in the end, a home is a place where you have no other choice but to stay.

Everyone loves a dead artist. It’s the living ones that people can’t tolerate.

I’ve always looked like this—in between. Is there ever an age when a person looks exactly like themselves?

Sometimes it seemed like the whole point of life was not to die the same death as your father.

Life isn't worth living, unless it is lived for someone else.

Even a purely moral act that has no hope of any immediate and visible political effect can gradually and indirectly, over time, gain in political significance.

It's strange that the newspapers don't see a connection between their false revelations about my private life and my need for seclusion and security.

Postmodernism - and is that term used much any more? - is simply a reiteration of the sophistic or the rhetorical worldview.

Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.

A whole new kind of spiritual happiness dawns in us as we realize that dark clouds do not ruin sunny skies... they merely pass through them to help us remember our love of the light.

Too many ads that try not to go over the reader's head end up beneath his notice.

When you make a film that is based in reality, reality will come up all around it.

Sometimes, music is like poop. It just has to come out.

Once the facts are clear the decisions jump out at you.