You get kinder when you get into my age range. You think back to how really unkind you were, and how cynical you were and how you tossed things away and you tossed people away, and you didn't care because you were climbing some mountain that you thought you needed to be on top of.

It's also easy to fall back into what's familiar, what feels safe, what you've done before.

I watch actors destroy themselves by trying to get it right.

Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.

Revelations come when you're in the thick of it, pitting yourself up against something larger than yourself

Getting old is not for sissies, kid.

Theres a great deal of attention paid and books written about this change of life in a woman, and really very little written about a mans change of life.