The very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other's presence, each other's wonder, each other's human plight.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.

No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

it doesn t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

We are the breakers of our own hearts

People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.

To what purpose should I trouble myself in searching out the secrets of the stars, having death or slavery continually before my eyes?

I have no fear that the result of our experiment will be that men may be trusted to govern themselves without a master.

Every skill you acquire doubles your odds of success.

I want people to look at a checkerboard and think of me!

I think nobody can explain why some people win and why some people lose. It really doesn't always have to do much with talent. It has to do with how you deal with pressure.

I suspect guys who say, "I just send out for a sandwich for lunch," as lazy men trying to impress me.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

I love acting and I love it in all its different manifestations.

My career at Microsoft really was getting in the way of my cooking.

Worpswede, Worpswede, I cannot get you out of my mind... Your magnificent pine trees! I call them my men--thick, gnarled, powerful, and tall--yet with the most delicate nerves and fibers in them.