Light changes, our eyes blink and see the world from the slightest difference of perspective and our place in it has changed.

Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the fragility of human beings.

[T]he present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original[.]

As long as you’re with you, that’s all that matters.

We are so excited that, in the strangely illuminating phrase my mother favours, we’re completely beside ourselves.

We all need ways to express ourselves, and poetry is one of mine.

I always hate telling my jokes in print 'cause I always feel like it reads so not funny and people read it and they think, 'Oh, so that's what that guy does in his stand-up? That's terrible.'

I don't think fairness means that you give equal time to every point of view no matter how marginal. You weigh the sides, you do some truth-testing, you apply judgment to them.

One has got to choose between the two evils, also between the lesser of the two evils in the matter of food, and therefore vegetarian food has got to be taken by man in order to sustain human life.

It's weird, like, my life has always imitated art, and my art has always imitated life.

There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and , if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.