Book writing is a little different because, in my case, my editor is a year younger than me and basically has the same sensibility as me.

The villain is the person who knows the most but cares the least.

Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

The essays are very solipsistic and self-absorbed, I'm totally conscious of that. To me, book writing is fun, and I basically just write about things that are entertaining to myself.

Anybody who says they are a good liar obviously is not, because any legitimately savvy liar would always insist they're honest about everything.

Seeing no resolution to my existential recognition of loss, I decide to eat lunch.

First, you must love yourself. And if you do that convincingly enough, others will love you too much.

People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation.

I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you plan the stereo at max volume, it's almost like the other people can't see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow.

The most wretched people in the world are those who tell you they like every kind of music 'except country.' People who say that are boorish and pretentious at the same time.

Sarcasm is when you tell someone the truth by lying on purpose.

the pen is as wise as the mind that speaks through it

Love could be instant and unconditional but trust develops through time. You may not trust wholeheartedly while loving someone unconditionally.

We are all the children of God

If everything was perfect you would never learn and you would never grow.

When Alexander the Great addressed him with greetings, and asked if he wanted anything, Diogenes replied "Yes, stand a little out of my sunshine."

As a star you never know when people are really serious.

I want to put our resources where I think they're most needed: Getting rid of any violent person.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

I would wear a full-length cape if I could get away with it - I do love a good swirl in a fog.

We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.