Pie...it fills the cracks of the heart. Go away, pain.

Thanksgiving, man. Not a good day to be my pants.

There's no better feeling in the world than a warm pizza box on your lap.

Think first. Think twice. Think again. Respect others. Respect yourself. Respect dreams.

Nobody actually ever does this—escaping through a window.

I had my boy in Boston on Easter Sunday. That kills me, from a sports perspective. He's a Boston baby and I'm a New York guy.

A song can take you to a special time in your life.

Every time you make a decision, you mess with someone's life.

It's always cool to meet people who can do things that you have no capacity to do.

Once a year my back will go out and it'll be... it's like a sciatic thing and it's the smallest thing. Like I could be leaning over the sink to brush my teeth in a weird way and it happens.

I just want to put some positive stuff out there. If it works, great. If it doesn't, no problem.

Avoid the stage of old age sit in the audience, it's all the rage

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

In the mean time I worship God, laying every wrong action under an interdict which I endeavour to respect, and I loathe the wicked without doing them any injury.

Pain has its reasons, pleasure is totally indifferent.

Men see what they expect to see.

Meditation means to go beyond the limitations of body and mind.

In the end I'm still a writer. I'm still a journalist, and my first responsibility is to my readers. That's where I have to draw the line.

And I've always worked on the principle that if it interests me enough to write about it, then it must interest a lot of other people.

I'm horrible at concepts. My life is random and my inspiration is random. But it's all written in a very specific time frame that says a lot about my life at the time.