They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

Everything...affects everything

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

In the end....everything matters.

The intention that man should be happy is not in the plan of Creation.

Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak.

We had a food store at the theatre and I used to pinch food. I pinched some trousers and shirts to keep me going but they would wear out. I was virtually on the breadline.

There is no creation without tradition; the 'new' is an inflection on a preceding form; novelty is always a variation on the past.

I don’t have to play football for money.

To all the girls out there who think being funny is not sexy, you are wrong!

At my age, I dont even buy green bananas.

The imagination has resources and intimations we don't even know about.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, — the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, can be made.