What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security, ’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

If you want to change anything or your surroundingChange your perception, it will change everything.

I am a professional photographer by trade and an amateur photographer by vocation.

Life is too short to be able to love as one should.

Time passes unhindered. When we make mistakes, we cannot turn the clock back and try again. All we can do is use the present well.

What record companies do these days is drain the blood dry of an album, take six singles off it, and harm the longevity of artists' careers by doing it.

The Jews have lived an existence that is much harder than ours. There is nothing that compares to the Holocaust.

The saddest life is that of a political aspirant under democracy. His failure is ignominious and his success is disgraceful.

A reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure until he knows whether the writer of it be a black man or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor.

If he wakes up, I swear I’ll do anything. I’ll open gates, I’ll help all the paranormals, I’ll never judge people wearing Crocs again. Just let him wake up. Please.

We mistake politics for legislative debate. You can be passionate without being personal.