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

Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.

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.

Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they're handed, and that seems courageous to me.

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.