I think people underestimate the value of collaboration, especially for writers.

Let there be a wide breadth of possible ways to create.

Anything you make has its own wavelength and its own sound. It's like a tuning fork, until the things that resonate are correct for it.

As you always discover when you make something, typically if your object isn't frivolous, people's relationship to it isn't frivolous.

If we don't keep people engaged, we're not going to move you. And if we move you, we've done something useful. That's what anybody who writes genre knows.

I have now become so infatuated with television. I think television has become elegant.

Love scenes are the hardest things in the world and if you enjoy them, that's wonderful, because nobody making them sits there and goes, 'Let's do that again tomorrow.'

Sometimes you see auteur TV shows and movies, and those are great.

The idea of starting with that Kanye [West] song is declarative. It says, "This is the kind of story we're telling."

What happens is that the experience of writers working together and the idea of creative collaboration is so delightful, but it has been relegated to TV.

If one understands (realizes) his own Self, then he himself is an Absolute Supreme Soul (Parmatma).

I didn’t care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

There is weakness in pretending to know more than you know or in stating less than you know.

I played with [Dwight Eisenhower] on the day after I won the Masters at his request. We became everlasting friends. I was with him the day before he died at Walter Reed.

For children, most importantly, being in the garden is something magical.

Saddam Hussein has raised the amount going to suicide bombers from $10 thousand dollars to $25 thousand. What's next, a health care plan?

In the depth of the anxiety of having to die is the anxiety of being eternally forgotten.

He who loves not lives not.

After Andy Warhol died, it left a dark cloud over N.Y.C. nightlife.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.