Because I was a television writer for many years, I write very conversationally. I put things straight, and with a lot of humor.

Loving myself exactly where I am is the only way to get where I'm going

Caring - about people, about things, about life - is an act of maturity.

Women with low self-esteem love bad boys. Women who have work to do love bad boys. Women who love themselves love good men.

All of us, consciously or unconsciously, set out to have the best possible love life. Valentine's Day simply shines a light on the degree to which that didn't - or hasn't yet - materialized.

People act on the outside the way they feel on the inside.

Women blame men for their own singlehood.

Here's the thing, you're not really ready for love until you have enough self-respect that if you met your exact self but in a guy you would totally, completely, absolutely want to be with him.

I think of 'crazy' as what happens when we love the other person more than we love ourselves.

Ask anyone who has been in a love relationship for a while: nothing is perfect.

Lots of people feel more alive when theyre riding a roller-coaster relationship. But while this might be fun for a while, it cant possibly last.

A product is supposed to be what you are intentionally producing with your life at least every month.

Be self-indulgent, and those who are also self-indulgent will like you. Tear your neighbor to pieces, and the other neighbors will laugh. But if you beat your soul, all souls will cry out.

I've never been cool and I don't really care about being cool. It's just an awful lot of time and hair gel wasted.

I don't take drugs nor drink since 2000 and I must say that I don't think about it anymore, although like every person that was addicted and has money - I know that this can lead to temptation.

I don't know what to say about myself. I don't know myself (laughs). People say my humility but I believe we're all humble in our own way. I try to stay close to my family and friends.

I find I journalize too tediously. Let me try to abbreviate.

There may be arrangements to have me retired but I don't know. Things happen that I enjoy doing, and as long as I enjoy doing them I'll go about doing them, I guess.

How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.

Old age spiritualizes people naturally

When I am at my limit and hurting, I focus on the moment.