I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.

My parents...were people running from the past, who didn't look back at much if they could help it, and whose whole life always lay somewhere in the offing.

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic.

He was like my father. They each wanted me to be their audience, to hear the things they needed to express.

In their faces--plenty of them were handsome, but ruined--I've seen the remnants of who they almost succeeded in being but failed to be, before becoming themselves.

I can’t quite figure out the difference between loving someone and loving things about them.

Fight the darkness. Fight for the light.

Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

We must never lose sight of the fact that the law has a moral foundation, and we must never fail to ask ourselves not only what the law is, but what the law should be.

When you're drunk, you always think you're not. If you even drink at all don't get behind the wheel.

I had a checkered early career, for sure, with a lot of very unhappy experiences where pictures got taken away, re-cut, re-titled... all the nightmares one hears about.

It is better to spread trust all around than to hand out money!

What do you call those knobby things on doors that help you open them?

I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.

I've always said, rather glibly, that the message of my career has been about individualism, about getting to know yourself and taking responsibility, not just for what you do, but what you think.