I wish I had a little more joy of cooking - because mostly I have anxiety of cooking. I'm so proud when things come out well.

It's a life-changing thing to be in a position of needing help and being so lucky as to get it.

I have so many insecurities they fight for prominence.

When I was going through my cancer treatment, I learned that you can never ask a stupid question. I asked every single question that came to my mind, and I believe that helped to calm my own anxiety.

You can't just take care of everybody else all the time.

Unfortunately in life, justice is not always achieved.

In a man, I like funny guys. A guy who doesn't have a lot of therapy, who's mature. A man, not a boy.

I don't have much patience with sick people.

I really wanted to be a dancer, but I just wasn't good enough to do that so that didn't happen.

I'm not really the nurturer type.

Being bald is no fun.

That blasted family could never look at a living thing without wanting to make a profit out of it, preferably by killing it.

As joy dwindles with the yearsI wistfully recallWhen the christmas treeLooked ten feet tallAnd the presents under itSeemed endless And more Than mere wrapping paper.

In a time of darkness, you don't curse the darkness, you light a candle.

Right now, the United States of America is the patient. And the patient is in critical condition and will not be cured by political correctness and will not be cured by timidity.

I think the crucial thing in the writing career is to find what you want to do and how you fit in. What somebody else does is of no concern whatever except as an interesting variation.

Indeed, if communist central planners could have organized the economy with as much detail, precision, and flexibility as a modern-day Toyota or Wal-Mart, communism would probably still exist.

It would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the [Twentieth] century's war dead.

Where there is no emotion, there is no motive for violence.

Shirley MacLaine said, You're so funny, then gave me a hug. Everything went white. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see. I thought I was going to pass out

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.