What passes for culture in my head is really a bunch of commercials.

People hate it when they're tickled because laughter is not pleasant, if it goes on too long. I think it's a desperate sort of convulsion in desperate circumstances, which helps a little.

There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

High school is closer to the core of the American experience than anything else I can think of.

The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.

Having a yacht is a reason for being more cheerful than most.

Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God.