Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.

I want to be violated by insight.

We're all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there's too much thought and not enough heart.

It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.

Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn't appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.

As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.

Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.

…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.

...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

I like birthday cake. It's so symbolic. It's a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just 'Happy birthday!' because it's this emblem of childhood and a happy day.

The question is not if we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. The nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.

Every day we’re given opportunities, some of us see them and some are too busy to notice.

Write to Please Yourself. When You write to Please Others You end up Pleasing No one.

I have people who look after me and help me when I'm out of town. But when I'm at home in LA it's my time and I love to just get in my car, crank up the music and relax.

The more Dad and Mom love each other, the more secure their children will feel.

I can't compare quarterbacks as apples and oranges in my mind because everybody's in a different system.

A non-standard dialect is as valid communication system as the standard

You know, the Emancipation Proclamation was like giving freedom to domestic animals.

I turned Hamlet down because it was going to take up too much of my drinking time.

If Thirty Seconds to Mars was a human being then he fans would be the veins and the band would be the heart. The fans are what connect the essence of the music around the world and keep the us alive.