... relationships required such vigilance, such attention. You had to hold them together by force of will, and other people took up so much space, demanded so much time. It was exhausting.

It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my country, to... immigrate, you could say.

She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.

He didn't even know how to talk about it. He had practiced not talking about the things he knew until no man could be called his equal.

Are you the only human in the world then? And all of the rest of us monsters?

Entrepreneur, if your distinction isn't angering the mediocre, it's actually mediocre.

It's funny isn't it? People claim to know what love is -- yet the minute they're given the opportunity to prove it -- they bail.

Character builds slowly but it can be torn down with incredible swiftness.

Beyond my body my veins are invisible.

Don't be serious, be sincere.

Don't mistake the Russia you want to exist for the Russia that there actually is. Be realistic.

I have been luckier than the law of averages should allow. I could never be so lucky again.

Success made me self-sufficient, but it also took away my anonymity. I'm just this quiet nobody, and all of a sudden people are nervous around me. That was kind of weird.

In L.A., you tend to see a lot of people do very bizarre things. I love it.

The only time I talk on the golf course is to my caddie. And then only to complain when he gives me the wrong club.