Ya' know, these days kids seem to be getting younger and younger.

We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy's impossible.

It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive, day in and day out.

An ad that pretends to be art is – at absolute best – like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you.

Tennis's beauty's infinite roots are self-competitive. You compete with your own limits to transcend the self in imagination and execution. Disappear inside the game: break through limits: transcend: improve: win.

Fiction either moves mountains or it's boring; it moves mountains or it sits on its ass.

How totally banal of you to ask what I really mean.