Why are we even here [on earth], what's our human nature? It's precipitating a real philosophical crisis that I find quite fascinating.

Why do most of us make such boring choices for the stories of our lives?

What is prayer but a wish for the events in your life to string together to form a story -- something that makes some sense of events you know have meaning.

Is there anything in the world more annoyingly creepy than an unspoken dress code?

Once you establish a look, and once everybody recognizes that look as your look, you never have to think about fashion again.

Back in the late 1970's, when I was fifteen years old, I spent every penny I then had in the bank to fly across the continent in a 747 jet to Brandon, Manitoba, deep in the Canadian prairies, to witness a total eclipse of the sun.

I think we're simply going to run out of Nature before we have a chance to destroy it.