I know no one is perfect, that behind every facade of perfection is a writhing mess of subterfuge and secret sorrows... but even taking that into account, Noah was pretty much perfect.

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

People can't really sympathize with you properly when you've woken them up

I felt so alone on that train... a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness.

It just seemed like telling the truth would mean admitting some weakness

After watching too many scary movies it was hard not to have an overactive imagination, along with an inherent distrust of seemingly benevolent (and sometimes inanimate) things, like lawn gnomes.

People say I am mad. I am not mad. I am trying to heal my soul.

I went to see John Mayall at the Marquee, with Peter Green on guitar, and that was a particularly good gig.

The inner world is very potent for me - I don't ascribe to any God or Jesus or Buddha - I just have a sense of it and revere it along with the natural world and human consciousness.

Behold them, conquerors of the world, the toga-clad race of Romans!

As time goes by the memories of sitting on the edge of a bed and reading aloud with your kid are going to be very meaningful in your own mental scrapbook.

I think stand-up comedy is this - it's this kind of indulgence and narcissism.

I've always been into working out and eating healthy. That's just who I am.

I believe it's true that one person can make a difference. But how much more difference 100 people make, or rather 99.

Messages that fail to fascinate will become irrelevant.