Oh, please don't go — we'll eat you up — we love you so!

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

My father could be very witty, even if the humor was always on the darker side of irony.

I stress character, character, character.

I want to be free again. I want to be free like when I was a kid, working with my brother and making toy airplanes and a whole model of the World's Fair in 1939 out of wax.

As a kid, all I thought about was death. But you can't tell your parents that.

Grown-ups desperately need to feel safe, and then they project onto the kids. But what none of us seem to realize is how smart kids are. They don’t like what we write for them, what we dish up for them, because it’s vapid, so they’ll go for the hard words, they’ll go for the hard concepts, they’ll go for the stuff where they can learn something. Not didactic things, but passionate things.