Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

We all need money, but there are degrees of desperation.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

It's always good to remember where you come from and celebrate it. To remember where you come from is part of where you're going.

...We're a government that believes in everybody having the illusion of free will.

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?

Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

Sanity is a handicap and liability if you're living in a mad world.

Always forgive the person, who hurts you, because they are sick inside. But never forgive the person, who insults your love, because they are hell inside.

Childhood anxieties, childhood fears, never disappear entirely. They fade, but not away.

I'm not interested in age. People who tell me their age are silly. You're as old as you feel.

A face-lift is a woman’s attempt to lower the odds of the next person accurately guessing her age.

I'm a futurist. Technology is our way out of almost every problem we have. Technology can create a new sense of community.

When people come to a concert, they wanna hear the hits, the big radio songs, and they wanna hear them how they're used to hearing them. I like playing them how they were recorded.

Everybody has talent, it's just a matter of moving around until you've discovered what it is.

Disgust at having to talk about oneself is what distinguishes novelistic talent from lyric talent.

How do we live in a way that shows an understanding that we genuinely live in a shared world, not one that simply belongs to us?

New formalism is writing with language as flow, like the flow from a dam, running through a desert that has had no rain for decades.