The day is breaking someone else's heart.

Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.

Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.

At college I'd seen my dead frog's limbs twitch under some applied stimulus or other - seen, but hadn't believed. Didn't dream of thinking beyond or around what I saw.

Class is classlessness.

The simplest science book is over my head.

Arthur Young's Reflexive Universe - fascinating but too schematic to fit into my scheme. The most I could hope for was a sense of the vocabulary and some possible images.

But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.

In life, there are no perfect affections.

You become a man when you give your family the best of who you are.

Genuine goodness isn’t discovered through postponement but must exist now or not at all. It cannot be based on what is not. We must find it in what is and what we truly see.

Oh darling, your only too wild, to those whom are to tame, don't let opinions change you.

All the political angst and moral melodrama about getting 'the rich' to pay 'their fair share' is part of a big charade. This is not about economics, it is about politics.

Joy is the serious business of heaven. Our merriment must be between people who take each other seriously.

No one likes to be watched constantly by someone he can't see.

It's my pleasure and honor to be here fighting on HBO and in the United States.

I rely on the promise, God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.

At the finish, it was all over

No one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either by agreement or by emotional appeal.