Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.

Anyway, the fascinating thing was that I read in National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn’t, because there aren’t enough skulls!

Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

The question, I've come to think, is not what inspires one to change, but what inspires one to remain changed.

We spent our lives making livings.