Home is that youthful region where a child is the only real living inhabitant. Parents, siblings, and neighbors are mysterious apparitions who come, go, and do strange unfathomable thing in and around the child, the region's only enfranchised citizen.

Nathaniel Hawthorne once said that easy reading is damn hard writing.

I don't trust anyone who doesn't laugh.

Creativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don’t understand but something I’m able to harness and use. While electricity remains a mystery, I know I can plug into it and light up a cathedral or a synagogue or an operating room and use it to help save a life. Or I can use it to electrocute someone. Like electricity, creativity makes no judgment. I can use it productively or destructively. The important thing is to use it. You can’t use up creativity. The more you use it, the more you have.

I have no modesty. Modesty is a learned affectation. It's like decal stuck up on a person.

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: 'I'm with you kid. Let's go.'

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.