Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they'd never happened.

Family tragedies had a way of smashing everything apart and then gluing it all back together. The problem was no one ever knew how long the glue would hold.

You ask me why I’m nice to you, ” he said. “Why, why, why. But you don’t ask me stuff that matters. Who I am or where I been. What I see when I look at you. What I want.

There was no going back to the way things were, because all you ever got was the way things are.

It seemed everything that had ever lived and died in this world had passed through here, had left its indelible imprint.

For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.

Language is the currency of consciousness. We speak to fill the void. We write it down to remember.

Logic has virtually nothing to do with the way we think.

As I've gotten older, I've really wanted to find more balance and calm.

There are many predicaments in life that one must be a bit crazy to escape from.

The highly motivated people in society are the ones causing all the trouble. It's not the lazy unmotivated folks sitting in front of a TV eating potato chips who bother anyone.

I want to win. That's the most important thing.

You want the story to end when it's supposed to and not be squeezed for somebody's financial gain.

My dream is to see every girl educated, in every country.

Every single decision I make about what material I do, what I'm putting out in the world, is because of my children.

There's no point living if you can't, at least occasionally, live.