When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to interrupt my worrying to go.

Do it for the fat lady!

Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.

One day a long time from now you'll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That's when you'll finally produce the work you're capable of.

I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway.

I just never felt so fantastically rocky in my entire life.