I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.

People that keep stiff upper lips find that it's hard to smile.

Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.

Autonomy is the whole thing; it's what unhappy people are missing. They have given the power to run their lives to other people.