I found out it is just as hard to make a movie that you are not proud of as it is to make one you love.

I think when you become a parent you go from being a star in the movie of your own life to the supporting player in the movie of someone else's.

I didn't say no because between safety and adventure I choose adventure.

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.

Every day I ran to that book like it was a bottle of whiskey and crawled inside because it was a world that I had at least some control over, and slowly, in time, it began to take shape.

Divorce lawyers stoke anger and fear in their clients, knowing that as long as the conflicts remain unresolved the revenue stream will keep flowing.

I found the prospect daunting, but somehow comforting, too, because the counselors insisted it could be done, and, after all, many of them were recovering alcoholics themselves.

Acid gave me a clinical, unblinking look at madness, and I discovered I wasn't brave enough to be insane.

After all this time I found that the novel is in fact punk rock.

My mother was tickled and I think kind of proud when my father got hit on my an attractive middle-aged Asian lady who hadn't noticed he was with his family. He was certainly pleased about it.

I didn't flee a dictator or swim an ocean to be an American like some do. I just thought long and hard about it.

I dance through life, living my bliss, steeped in joy.

If we are to survive, I must start and end my war this same day.

I love it, " I say. "So I learned it." It's an explanation that leaves a lot out. But I learned a long time ago that people don't really want explanations.

And if I can take part in it by transforming my own consciousness, then someone else's, I'm happy to do it.

A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away.

Einstein repeatedly argued that there must be simplified explanations of nature, because God is not capricious or arbitrary. No such faith comforts the software engineer.

His father watched him across the gulf of years and pathos which always must divide a father from his son.

So many humans. So many colors.

We women take love too seriously. Men wish to be loved with laughter, not with sighing. So laugh, sweetheart, laugh, or soon you may be weeping.

Being articulate, my parents could make anything sound reasonable.