The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.

Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.

When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.

I can be anything you want but definitely not a wannabe.

Nobody knew him as I did

Living someone else's dream is truly a nightmare. None should forfeit their life's aspirations to toil for the goals of another. Unity of purpose is a sentence. Collectivism is a crime

I probably never would have been hired on Broadway had I not moved out to L.A. and pursued acting and film, which is sad, really.

I don't like to have time on my wall; it's too-in-your-face.

I have a bold plan to break from the Bloomberg years, and end the 'Tale of Two Cities' by providing real opportunity to all New Yorkers, no matter where they live.

I think one day youll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.

The problem contains the solution.

All my wife wanted for Valentine's Day was a little card - American Express.

Writing about dead white males seems to be out of favor among academics.