It seems like the original 'Star Trek' could have gone on longer.

I drink coffee. Without coffee, I probably couldnt write.

People don't expect too much from literature. They just want to know they're not alone with being confused.

I am part of a vast generation of people who perpetually live as if they just graduated from college.

I need to stay in the present and use that new-age mantra: 'I'm okay right now.' But I worry about all the things I'm failing at every moment.

I've always been intrigued by Stockholm Syndrome. Reminds me of my childhood.

Having a show get canceled is like, 'Oh, you have caviar between your teeth,' you know what I mean? Because you had a show in the first place.

Something has happened where you almost never grow up in America. Maybe it's the greater wealth.

I don't really recognise success. I don't see myself as on an upwardly mobile trajectory. I see myself as on the edge of a cliff about to fall off.

Oh, God, I don't know what's more difficult, life or the English language.

I am always the source of the worst rumors about myself.

It is rudeness of the highest order to hit a family when they are down.

Nothing's scarier than having a sick child, and one so newly born, and so vulnerable. It's the worst thing for a parent.

Each of us sees things not as they are but as we are.

The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. "I think she listens," she said, too softly to be heard.

There is nothing more American than brutal violence. The country was built on it, revels in it and shows every evidence of clinging to it with the crazed, destructive strength of an obsessive lover.

Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.

Opinion is something wherein I go about to give reasons why all the world should think as I think.

We must bear in mind the possibility that the greater opportunities open in the twentieth century to women may be quite withdrawn, and that we may return to stricter regimentation of women.

You lose your way when you lose your why.

There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.