I've been getting into Nick Drake lately, the folk singer. Sad, gorgeous stuff.

Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.

Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.

To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.

So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?

My preference is for prose with more silence in it, language that contains more pockets of strangeness.

Watching teething babies is like watching over a thermonuclear reactor-it is best done in shifts, by well-rested people.

It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.

Anyone who has spent a few nights in a tent during a storm can tell you: The world doesn't care all that much if you live or die.

Leave home, leave the country, leave the familiar. Only then can routine experience--buying bread, eating vegetables, even saying hello--become new all over again.

A real diamond is never perfect.

At liminality, at a transitional point between his last night dream and reality, he realizes he has made a big mistake and happiness is possible without death. (Coming back to himself.)

Books must be treated with respect, we feel that in our bones, because words have power. Bring enough words together they can bend space and time.

They drink from streams whose waters taste like tears, and indeed each swallow fills them with a few heartbeats of deep sadness.

Your dirty past somehow puts GOD's grace on blast

Most people spend most of their lives doing neither what they want to be doing nor what they ought to be doing.

I grew up poor, but I didn't have poor dreams

Full of troubles, the mind is still the only Garden of Delight.

I have never painted as well as I thought I should, so frustration came early.

I'm an eternal realist and the success rate for being an actor is pretty low.

Never forget that it is we New Yorkers and New Englanders who have the monopoly of whatever oxygen there is in the American continent.