Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don't have a lot of control.

I totally relate to Tom Cruise. He's not crazy, it's just the litany of the mid-life crisis.

Price. You're priceless.

A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating. She shrugs and nods after I say something about forms of anxiety. It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there... is... no... key.

No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.

Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don't have a lot of control.

I think the '80s created me, in a way, when I look back on that time, but I don't necessarily think that a lot of my choices, and a lot of things that I did, and a lot of things that happened to me - or I let happen to me - were about that decade.