Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you--you should control them.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.

He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.

Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

My father always told me: 'Give somebody a hand and he'll take an arm.

Love sometimes injures. Friendship always benefits, After friendship is formed you must trust, but before that you must judge.

My hand lowered slowly to my side. It trembled. "There is no affection, " I said, each syllable a measured force of emotion I dared not allow purchase, "that will endure when treated as a thing.

An unfaithful wife is like a cloth in an open marketplace.

Cynicism is what passes for insight when courage is lacking

But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.

I think that if there can be considered racism it's to do with the lack of opportunities for writers and producers and the people behind the camera.

The only club I have ever belonged to is the James Bond fan club. Member since 1979.

I am not a political figure, nor do I want to be one; but I come with my heart.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.