There's nothing regular about my life at all, really. I don't keep a regular schedule and every day is different. It's all rather chaotic.

For me, a play is a form of writing which isn't complete until it is interpreted by actors. But it's still a form of writing. And so most of my time is spent thinking about how to write a sentence.

It's obviously a characteristic of human beings that we like to feel superior to others, but our problem is we are not superior

Who says one instance of writing has anything in common with another instance?

Even with my wife, I find sharing soup is hard.

I have been vain since birth.

Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine!

I spend most of my time thinking about things like laundry and buying stationery supplies.

I'm not proud to be me, I'm not excited to be me, but I find that I am me, and like most other individuals, I send out little signals; I tell everyone else how everything looks from where I am.

Patriotism is considered to be an emotion a person ought to feel. But why? Why is it nobler to love your own country than to love someone else's?

I was making my living from a joke about my appearance that I didn't understand, and in a way still don't, because when I look in a mirror it doesn't seem funny to me.

The unteachable man is sentenced to being taught only by experience. The tragedy is he reaches nothing further than his own pain.

the heart knows nothing except its own mind

I want to be a millionaire, and I don't ever want a real job.

Horsemeat in many European and Asian countries is consumed as a delicacy.

I would prefer just to be an actor for hire rather than struggling with something like Higher Ground, that I had a lot of emotion attached to.

The ability to relax and be mindfully present in the moment comes naturally when we are grateful.

What pays under capitalism is satisfying the common man, the customer. The more people you satisfy, the better for you.

Be all you can be and live a good life, have fun with it.

Liberty knows nothing but victories. Soldiers call Bunker Hill a defeat; but liberty dates from it though Warren lay dead on the field.

The soul is healed by being with children. --Fyodor Dostoyevsky