Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.

I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

I think more than writers, the major influences on me have been European movies, jazz, and Abstract Expressionism.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

Every human being has like Socrates an attendant spirit and wise are they who obey its signals. If it does not always tell us what to do it always cautions us what not to do.

I had a vision of what it would look like if like seventy people at the same time went nuts and sprayed water everywhere.

The information superhighway? That sounds like a place that's long and boring and kills 50,000 people a year.

One thing that I've struggled with has been a certain amount of animosity toward the whole human race.

I just do what I got to do and go out and be myself, on and off the court, and take care of my obligations. That's generally your own destiny-knowing what you have to take care of.

I haven’t had Botox because my face is a bit lopsided and I depend on keeping everything animated so that people don’t notice.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

Normally that's the kind of thing, even Colin Kaepernick should applaud that, but people don't. And that's quite telling right there, but [Donald] Trump wants to reinstitute that.

He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!

And the back of his anorak was leaping up and down, and people were chucking money to him. I said 'Do you earn a living doing that?' He said 'Yes, this my livelihood.'