I transform "Work" in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real "Work" - of writing.

Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.

I have not a desire but a need for solitude.

We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.

Miseries of a birth.

People, generally, suck.

You should never try and out guess Mother Nature because when you do, you come off second best.

This is an exciting time. A new chapter in our history.

I remember Mr. Mayer very well. He sort of liked to be the father - no, he liked to be treated like you thought he was Daddy, but he didn't treat you like Daddy at all.

Now and then I become conscious of having the reputation of being one of the great drinkers, if not one of the great drunks, of our time.

I like the old '90s music.

It's very common for the victims to understand a system better than the people who are holding the stick.

Write 10 times: 'Fear is my friend. Fear is the energy to do my best in a new situation.' You don't have to believe it; just write it.

But me thought it lessened my esteem of a king, that he should not be able to command the rain.

In jest, there is truth.