Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.

I need to feel strongly, to love and admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe.

If I must drool, I may as well drool on cashmere.

Does the cosmos contain keys for opening my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking.

We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.

Does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature?

In that hothouse atmosphere, criminal records bloomed like orchids all around us.

Vincent had ten major ideas every week: three brilliant, five good, and two ridiculous.

I un-gritted my teeth to speak. "I need no more proof of tyranny.""Our only desire is the wellbeing of the common man.""I am not a man.

Love is a sacrificial item

The walls around the hood keep the people on the inside from the changes on the outside.

You never find yourself until you face the truth.

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.

I'm going to become the Pope next year. Nothing is impossible.

I certainly look at them very differently now, and enjoy Jackie Chan movies and movies like that.

The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.

I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.

I am never wrong when it comes to my possibilities.