I don't want to stand with somebody's praise.

I should figure out why I'm so much more interested in doing something that I think is really hard. But, somehow, the thing that is hard for me feels more noble.

[I remember going] to a hotel gym at six o'clock in the morning, and the television was on, and it's some drama in which two men have clearly kidnapped a woman. They're interrogating her, and they put a plastic bag over her head. They're suffocating her, and I'm thinking, It's six o'clock in the morning! Why does anybody need to see this? How can I find the off switch?

I know where I'm going. And if I don't know where I'm going, I don't tend to get anywhere.

I decided to make my living as a magazine writer. And I found that it was really easy and fun.

I always feel it is a shortcoming of mine as a reader and as a writer that I frankly need to like somebody.

He used to say we all had a compass inside of us and what we needed to do was to find it and to follow it.