The body remembers what your mind forgets.

The bottom line is that my life has already almost slipped away from me. I have two choices: I can end it or I can fight like hell to save it.

It's enough just to speak when spoken to, to give some minimal reaction to a stimulus. But to actually be the stimulus doesn't even occur to me.

In these flashes of insight, I understand for a moment that one of the great dividends of darkness is an increased sensitivity to the light.

The infinity of this vacancy, the pervasive pain, the longing for some spirit, some lightness, some joy - that's all that is left.

Psychologists call it "free-floating" anxiety. What contradictory words. Anxiety doesn't free-float. It stalks. It attacks. It lands on you with a thud.

Some struggles are so solitary that they drown in words.

Sometimes hell has no words.

I always feel bad laughing at people who act crazy. But sometimes the things they do are so damned funny. I wonder what I'd look like if I slipped a few notches on the mental-health index.

she is the only woman I've ever known who could make a man call.Ever

Here is a lesson to brand in fire across any young historian's mind: If you try to do too much, you will not do anything.

HBO is really famous for hiring good people and staying out of their way until they ask for help, or need it. And that reputation is earned.

No author is a man of genius to his publisher.

Leadership comes with consistency.

I was interested in ideas, not merely visual products. I wanted to put painting once again at the service of the mind.

I came to painting through sculpture, to images through objects. I think that images sit in the middle, somewhere between objects and words.

I remember Grace (Coddington) looking at me and said, 'Can you do something?' and I was like, 'OK, how long do you give me?' and she said 'Half an hour?', I said 'Forty-five minutes?'

One reads not for information, but inspiration.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.