But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.

I wanted to be an actor. My parents were not too keen on that.

Well, marriage doesn't function in the way it used to in terms of deciding our fate, but it's in our heads, and it determines a lot of our actions. Like, right now, if you think about gay marriage - and they just started having the first gay marriages in New York - it shows what a potent idea marriage remains for people.

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.

Three times a day Petrovich showed up at the nurse's office for his injections, always using the hypodermic needle himself like the most craven of junkies, though after shooting up he would play the concert piano in the auditorium with astounding artistry, as though insulin were the elixir of genius.