She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?

But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.

Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…

I live in an ocean of smell…

The very air they breathed was almost a juice.

…the love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.

What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?

The Anxiety of Sunday afternoon: your unlived lives and infinite possibility pressing upon the constraints of reality.

Anything physical is always changing, therefore, its reality is not constant, not eternal.

Unless there was a reason for me to stay.

Sir, when two people have the extraordinary quality of this state, words are not necessary. Where that quality of love exists, words become unnecessary. There is instant communication.

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.

Country music is completely punk-rock. It's the original punk-rock.

I find it rare to see truly complex portraits of women on film.

The mark of a man of the world is absence of pretension.

Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.

I just want to create, and socializing is part of the experience. It might sound crazy, but I don't see myself in the jewelry business. It's an experience.