New York is a wonderful place to be up, an awful place to be down.

The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.

Be content with who you are and where you are, and do whatever you can do to bring to others such contentment, and joy, and understanding that you have managed to find yourself.

There is room in history for all of us.

Manners are the basic building blocks of civil society.

I see no point in being despondent. We might as well enjoy ourselves during our brief tenure of this life.

How many of us are happy to be exactly where we are at any moment?...only the completely happy think that they are in the correct place.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

We think the world is ours forever, but we are little more than squatters.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?

Her mindset will raise your children not her body or good looks

Love is ageless and colorless. It is a spiritual force that binds two hearts and two souls together as one.

The next day we were all shooting up. "Jeez. Look at the size of the cotton he just threw in the spoon." "Yea. What are you trying to prove?" They had a good laugh at my expense.

Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must live.

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.

The 9/11 Commission Report is fatally flawed. The major conclusions of The 9/11 Commission Report, the official, conspiracy theory, are false.

Being where I'm at, standing in these shoes, it feels amazing. It feels like a weight has been lifted.

I always think that you have to have a certain understanding of what an audience would want to see from you as a public person as well as a character.

I write much better in the nonconfines of the early morning than I do the clutter of the day.

I liked my father a lot, but I didn't see him very often because my mother was bitter about him. He remarried, and I used to have to sneak off to see him.