I mean, you always want everybody to pat you on the back and tell you you're wonderful every time you do something; I think that's human nature.

The real truth about a lot of life's mysteries can be explained by science but people don't want to get in bed with science because it's cold. They prefer religion, myth, drama.

As I've gotten older I've become a devotee of 19th-century authors, such as Charles Dickens and George Eliot.

I may be learning guitar, but I'll never be able to sing.

I think people still have a need for miracles. Science keeps telling them there's no life on Mars, there's no God, nothing's trailing Hale-Bopp, those people are just dead in their Nikes. But they want to believe in something.

Feelings come and go, unless you don't feel them. Then they stay, and hurt, and grow pear-shaped and weird.

I always dreamt of being a basketball player. A dream that only I believed in.