But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.

You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?

Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…

I live in an ocean of smell…

The very air they breathed was almost a juice.

…the love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.

What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

Be daring to push your ideas forward.

Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.

In my experience, clever food is not appreciated at Christmas. It makes the little ones cry and the old ones nervous.

When you're an actor working in the theater, you would never say anything to the writer, never alter the dialogue, never dream to ask for changes.

What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.

I tell stories to music and, thank God, in tune.

Don’t just play the game – change it for good.

Looking down at the Earth, you started to pick up a sense of speed much more than I had noticed on orbit.

Do the thing you fear, it's sure to disappear.

I've gone fishing thousands of times in my life, and I have never once felt unlucky or poorly paid for those hours on the water.