Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl...

It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.

Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.

The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.

I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.

I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days.

Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.

Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the largest pyramid.

Didacticism is the death of art.

Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.

War is a pleasant name of Mass Murder

Your real security is yourself. You know you can do it and they can't ever take that away from you.

If I truly had the courage of my convictions, I would be a full-blown comic novelist.

If I can be an advocate for people to get healthy that's good, and it's not about just needing to go to the gym.

I am a person. I am not a soap opera. There is never going to be a next [tabloid] installment about my life because my own stuff is my own stuff.

Every fictional thing I wrote gave me strength to write another and another. By the end I wasn't remaining true to anything but the story I wanted to tell.

I want to be perceived as a guy who played his best in all facets, not just scoring. A guy who loved challenges.

Out of what... a thousand?

You don't read scripture, scripture reads you.

Who cares what Donald Trump tweeted, you know, on some Thursday night, if we fix America's big problems?