Love is an indescribable sensation - perhaps a conviction, a sense of certitude.

It is only through disruptions and confusion that we grow, jarred out of ourselves by the collision of someone else's private world with our own.

Productivity is a relative matter. And it's really insignificant: What is ultimately important is a writer's strongest books.

When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love.

What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.

There is nothing "ordinary" about reality.

All actors are whores. They want only one thing: to seduce you.