You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford to give you this. This does not break me.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

A combination of acting, lying, begging, and cheating.

Again the greatest use of a human was to be useful. Not to consume, not to watch, but to do something for someone else that improved their life, even for a few minutes.

I publish my own books, so there isn't a certain editor I owe the book to at a publishing house.

You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back.

I worked at magazines for over 10 years before I even thought of writing a book.