I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?

Satan is hopelessly desperate as Jesus waits patiently.

This is what dating is like, I thought, this horrible mix of boredom and fear and humiliation and confusion.

I saw some religious people praying in the temples, churches and another just helping on the streets

Going through an illness and then death of a close friend has changed my attitudes to friendship enormously.

Please, sit down," Sharon said with another hair toss. I made a mental note to practice doing that in a mirror the next time I saw one. it seemed a useful skill, right up there with roundhouse kicks.

Money out of nothing is money that is eventually worth nothing.

I've certainly long described myself as an activist. But an agitator? Well, yes, that too, I think.

None of us is alone in this world; each of us is a vital piece of the great mosaic of humanity as a whole.

There's a lot of us idiot actors that get tattoos and they cover them with makeup when you do a film.