I'm a dilettante by temperament. I don't have any expectation.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

I am itching to criticize some well-regarded writers' works, but I am not doing it because I am perfectly aware that my critique could easily be reduced to envy or just plain meanness.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

You don't want your neurosurgeon to have doubts about the meaning of it all while he or she is operating on your brain.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

When we give ourselves permission to go wherever our outlandish thoughts take us, we feel that rush of creativity and excitement.

In life, as in art, talking vitiates doing.

in that cold autistic dark.

I don't like scary movies (laughs).

I have an unfortunate compulsion. I really would rather not do it, as it is very nerve-wracking and un-fun. But when it works, there is nothing like it.

Sometimes you're the windshield; sometimes you're the bug.

So when I think of, what is the meaning of life, to me, that's not an eternal unanswerable question. To me it is in arms reach of me every day.

Barbie is my fashion icon. People think I'm Paris Barbie - and it's a compliment.

When you enter the voting booth, don't leave your Christianity in the parking lot.

Read only the most optimistic comments on the world's news; those in harmony with your picture.