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.

Spending the day with you has been marginally better than watching mother die of cancer.

People who are intolerant, categorize and over-react... should all be dragged against a wall and shot.

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

I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead.

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.

Writing is nothing less than thought transference, the ability to send one's ideas out into the world, beyond time and distance, taken at the value of the words, unbound from the speaker.