We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

Old places fire the internal weather of our pasts. The mild winds, aching calms, and hard storms of forgotten emotions return to us when we return to the spots where they happened.

This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.

You don't have to carry a designer bag that costs more than a car to look cool.

The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final moment but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy.

You can only control what you can control.

I'm better looking in person.

Political power means the capacity to regulate national life through national representatives.

Television doesn't want to admit it has those dreadful roach ads on anyway.

All that prosthetic makeup drains you. By the time it's lunch, you're done.

All these rappers on stage and Martha Stewart has done the most jail time.