Dont be a fish; be a frog. Swim in the water and jump when you hit ground.

[We often] criticize the people on TV: 'He just can't act.' 'You call that singing?' ... We get jealous not because we're evil, but because we have little artists pent up inside us.

The magic question is, 'What for?' But art is not for anything. Art is the ultimate goal.

We are all born artists. ... Almost everything kids do is art.

A novel, basically, is writing one sentence — then, without violating the scope of the first one, writing the next sentence.

I always take a close look at those who lose themselves in self portraits. They are solitary souls, prone to introspection, who have really grappled with their existence.

When the moon covers the sun, we have a solar eclipse. What do you call it when birds do that?

Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.

And still everything’s the same, even though I did my best to get as far away as I could.

The artistic desire reveals itself in dark form - in karaoke bars [or] trolling on the Internet.

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.

Life demands that we live to care for others instead of living to care for self

Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.

Knowledge is an affair of symbols and is, all too often, a hindrance to wisdom, the uncovering of the self from moment to moment

Champions do ordinary things better than everyone else.

You're not me. You can't feel like I feel." "I can feel." "No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine." "It's not fine. It's just not so bad.

For me, 'choking' is just another term in golf.

At the same time, Republicans are pushing a $70 billion tax package that will overwhelmingly benefit the most wealthy Americans and actually increases the deficit by $16 billion.

In tragedy, it's hard to find a good resolution; it's not black and white: it's a big fog of gray.

I have come to really love the sound of nervous laughter.

And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.