I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

Never settle for anything less… …Always be comfortable in your own skin.

If you always live with those who are lame you will yourself learn to limp.

At the very top state institutions, like UCLA, Berkeley and the University of Texas, however, the trend of downward minority enrollment remains persistent and discouraging.

All that I am hangs by a thread tonight

It was quite strange, because it's quite different from singing, although it's quite natural because you're used to performing or acting on stage.

Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.

I think the one thing this picture shows that's new is the psychological disproportion of the kids' demands on the parents. Parents are often at fault, but the kids have some work to do, too.

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

I don't think of myself as a singer; I usually end up singing when I can't find anyone better to sing, or when I'm too lazy to find someone better.

I am a great believer in research and innovation.