I'm bright, but there are lots of bright writers and people everywhere. In no way, at no point do I think I'm better than them.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

I am itching to criticize some well-regarded writers' works, but I am not doing it because I am perfectly aware that my critique could easily be reduced to envy or just plain meanness.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

You don't want your neurosurgeon to have doubts about the meaning of it all while he or she is operating on your brain.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

You can't run away from home without destroying somebody's world.

To those supremacist racists I ask what color will be their bodies when they turn to dust.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

You don't get what you want from investing, you get what you deserve.

There are many options for how images can aggregate not to nihilism, but to significance, or to meaning.

I always have to have breakfast before I leave the house, even if it's 4 A.M. and I'm not hungry.

That is the way of youth and life in general: that we do not understand the strategy until after the campaign is over.

We go through these metamorphous just like a caterpillar does before becoming a butterfly and the middle of that metamorphosis it always feels uncomfortable.

State-sponsored gambling produces no product, no new wealth, and so it makes no genuine contribution to economic development

Unless the old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.