As a memoirist, I strive for veracity.

A dysfunctional family is any family with more than one person in it.

Sure the world breeds monsters, but kindness grows just as wild.

Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

The words and sentences you take into your body from books are no less sacred and healing than communion. Surely at least one such person lives in your zip code.

In my godless household, poems were the closest we came to sacred speech -- the only prayers said.

I find a great deal of comfort and care in my faith and prayer. I'd sooner do without air than prayer.

When I got sober, I thought giving up was saying goodbye to all the fun and all the sparkle, and it turned out to be just the opposite. That's when the sparkle started for me.

I'm doomed to act like myself, even when it's inconvenient!

I believe in God, but even if you don't, you can believe in a self, the person who is innately who you are. Once you fully become that person, then everything you do will be blessed.

Our inner beauty is that Kingdom of Heaven that lies within. It is a fragrance and the signature of our soul.

Vision is a romantic thing. We have got into 'talent identification'. I am much more interested in passion - finding people who are really excited about doing something.

There's nothing wrong with technology. It's when technology is the story and not the artist, that's the problem.

Bridget Jones is part of literary lore now and actually to be a part of it is enormously flattering.

Going after 'the bad guy' has not been a real issue for me.

If you want to get pleasure out of life, you must attach value to the world.

My running ambition is to keep doing it until I'm way past the point where I have any business running. Just to keep doing it throughout my whole life—to stay fit and feel good.

May I remind you that the bombs that were dropped by the B-2 plane on the Chinese embassy  or at least that is what we were told  were GPS bombs. And the B-2 flew in from the US.

I was expelled from four schools. Today I still read with difficulty.

I have rarely seen the face of a mechanic in the action of creation which was not fine, never one which was not earnest and impressive.