If getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.

Everyone is a comedy. If people are laughing at you, they just don't quite understand the joke that is themselves.

Make sure, as often as possible, you are doing something you’d be happy to die doing.

Advice for a human 86. To like something is to insult it. Love it or hate it. Be passionate. As civilisation advances, so does indifference. It is a disease. Immunize yourself with art. And love.

You reach a certain age -- sometimes it's fifteen, sometimes it's forty-six -- and you realize the cliche you have adopted for yourself isn't working.

This was, I would later realise, a planet of things wrapped inside things. Food inside wrappers. Bodies inside clothes. Contempt inside smiles. Everything was hidden away.

Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it.

Obey your head. Obey your heart. Obey your gut. In fact, obey everything except commands.

Laughter, along with madness, seemed to be the only way out, the emergency exit for humans.

Vampire? Such a provocative word, wrapped in too many clichés and girly novels.

Dark matter is needed to hold galaxies together. Your mind is a Galaxy. More dark than light. But the light makes it worthwhile.

Maybe illusion and artifice—lies, even—are a necessary part of romance.

There is always more goodness in the world than there appears to be, because goodness is of its very nature modest and retiring.

All small returns are noise. To transcend the noise and the risk, seek outsized returns from technological paradigms.

Every woman over fifty should stay in bed until noon.

I have a skin disorder that destroys the pigmentation of the skin, it's something that I cannot help, OK?

We rejoice in all the Savior has done for us. He has made it possible for each of us to gain our salvation and exaltation.

I came out of repertory theater, where I worked 50 weeks a year, and I loved working with a team.

I didnt know of any homophile movements pre-Stonewall.

If you have no doubt, you are not sane.

Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.