I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men like to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious. They seemed to think it had something to do with them.

If your parents died suddenly, Sandro understood, your home was wherever you were, and now you were from nowhere. Your parents were your provenance. Dead, you had no provenance.

What happens slowly carries in each part the possibility of returning to what came before. In an accident everything is simultaneous, sudden, irreversible. It means this: no going back.

A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death.

Gloria was still talking, something about how shooting people was in a sense safer than making art, in terms of avoiding serious lapses in taste.

I've never stopped wanting to cross the equator, or touch an

A lack of common sense usually ends in some heroic feat, much like the soldier who dives onto the grenade so that others may live.

They serve God well Who serve his creatures.

I'm a big fan of the laceless Converse for travel, with cute jeans, and throw on a little jacket, and you look presentable.

By the time I'm old, I'm sure I'll have lived a full enough life. I think we're mortal for a reason. Life gets tiring, man!

People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.

I actually really do meditation and then I spend my morning reading.

Good things happen when you take action. Bad things happen when you neglect.

You can awaken each day to obligations you never chose — or you can decide now to choose them.

When everyone is somebody, then no one's anybody.