I adore [my son]. I wouldn't trade him in for a Pulitzer - unless someone actually offered that as an option.

I adore [my son]. I wouldn't trade him in for a Pulitzer - unless someone actually offered that as an option.

Just because you're living in blissful oblivion doesn't mean you're not responsible.

The only thing that matters is what you do now, here.

You can't make cheese from rats. ... It's hard enough just milking the little beggars.

It’s always hard. If it was easy, everyone would do it rather than going around telling you their ideas and saying how they could be a writer if they had the time.

A little is fine, but the minute you start believing that you've picked the only right one out of the 4,200 or so on offer, you need to get a grip on yourself. Once you start thinking that it's okay to hate someone that chose one of the 4,199 others... snap out of it.