What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.

I don't know a whole lot about symbolism. There seems to me to be a potential danger in symbolism. I feel more comfortable with metaphors and similes.

It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.

Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

Don't let appearances fool you. There's always only one reality!