What you demand from storytelling is a moral - even political - import. I tend to shun that didactic aspect.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

I am itching to criticize some well-regarded writers' works, but I am not doing it because I am perfectly aware that my critique could easily be reduced to envy or just plain meanness.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

You don't want your neurosurgeon to have doubts about the meaning of it all while he or she is operating on your brain.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

Not all poison was bitter. Some of the deadliest poisons in the world tasted sweet

Rihanna has guts and she always seems to be singing from someplace honest, dark and fierce.

I'm not a professional entertainer. I'm not Neil Diamond.

Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power; You gave yourself as principal, and bought it, But God extracts the interest hour by hour.

I've always wanted to be an action figure.

I never lost any of my titles. I moved up in weight a few times. At the end of my career, the guys that beat me didn't beat the Jeff Fenech that I know.

I can't prove to you that there is a God, I just know. All this suffering has to have a reason.

Fischer is Fischer, but a knight is a knight!

There is no greater mystery than this, that we keep seeking reality though in fact we are reality.

They are a special breed-like normal accountants, but without the soppy sentimentality. These are the oncologists of market capitalism.