Happy is one of the many things I'm likely to be over the course of a day and certainly over the course of a lifetime. But I think if you have the expectation that you're going to be happy throughout your life--more to the point, if you have a need to be comfortable all the time--well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.

In my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.

From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?

My mother is an immensely powerful woman.

I am someone who will rise to an occasion like that. Other occasions can defeat me.

I still give my friends relationship advice, of course, and I'm not bad at it. 'Anyone's crisis but mine' is my motto.

I envy people who have the capacity to sit with another human being and find them endlessly interesting, I would rather watch TV. Of course this becomes eventually known to the other person.