Being decent is the only thing that matters in a terrible world like this.

And it's exactly what's wrong with the radio. It's like...anything that tries to appeal to everybody always ends up sounding so cheap.

Imagination is a place where all the important answers live.

The city glitters past us with its sharp edges, reminding us of how tiny, how weak, how totally unimportant we are.

When she cries, it is quiet, tearless, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.

The most important things in your life are almost always impossible to predict.

The longer human beings exist, it seems, the less likely we are to choose to be brave.

Maybe that's why people have friends at all. Not because they like them so much but because they don't make them feel so much worse.

Beneath all of her thoughts and worries, beneath the complication of conflicting identities and needs, maybe it's as simple as loving the way some other person looks when they're sleeping.

The world of evil is only as evil as we allow it to be.

Our worlds are so momentary. We are along all our lives and then go off that way as well.

No one has ever held me so tightly. It's a shock to matter this much. It isn't like arms are around me, it's more like a house, as if he has made a house around me. As he did around Tommy.

Whatever time mother goes to heaven, it is always too soon. Fortunately, she is forever.

The best way to turn the earth into hell is to turn the state into a god.

There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it.

Imitate. Don’t be shy about it. Try to get as close as you can. You'll never get all the way, and the separation might be truly remarkable.

We will never have repose. The present is perpetual.

It sort of depends on the song. Some of them are pretty easy to write, and others take a while. I do a lot of writing in the morning.

Every man of any education would rather be called a rascal, than accused of deficiency in the graces.

A man is hit by a car while crossing a Beverly Hills street. A woman rushes to him and cradles his head in her lap, asking, Are you comfortable? The man answers, I make a nice living.

I like to be alone. I am focused on what I am doing. I feel the nature and I feel my body. It's so simple.