The world I describe is about how people live now. It's not about zany people with unlimited, inexplicable funds in an apartment somewhere.

Our brains are like bonsai trees, growing around our private versions of reality.

Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who know where their high school yearbook is and those who do not.

If you have to ask someone to change, to tell you they love you, to bring wine to dinner, to call you when they land, you can't afford to be with them.

Unless you are a professional, you will find the tart to be a high-maintenance, unforgiving whistle-blower of a pastry.

I would gladly have accepted a heaping spoonful of nepotism when I got out of college and was looking for a job.

Book tours are such a little tapas meal of where I could live.

No affair that begins with such an orchestrated overture can end on a simple note.

Uniqueness is wasted on youth. Like fine wine or a solid flossing habit, you'll be grateful for it when you're older.

I like to try to do a little work before I do anything in the morning, even if it's a paragraph.

How could I fall asleep, when I love the pleasure of reading and writing at night?

There's a saying, " Aeneas said: "Keep an eye on Greeks when they offer gifts." He spoke wryly. "Horses, particularly.

YOU are what you're allowing yourself to be!

If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

I got to focus on my performance - learning how to perform is something I've been working on both personally and professionally.

You must go to Mahometanism, to Buddhism, to the East, to the Sufis Fakirs, to Pantheism, for the right growth of mysticism.

I am always in the right place at the right time successfully engaged in the right activity whether I know it or not.

In Dreams...well, I was slightly overcompensating with that. I was a bit like a director for hire, so maybe I was putting too much imagery that was familiar to me into it.

You don't talk about paintings, you look at them.

Americans have a special horror of giving up control, of letting things happen in their own way without interference.