What I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted something alive and shocking enough that it could be a morning in somebody's life. The most ordinary morning. Imagine, trying to do that.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

We always worry about the wrong things, don't we?

Perhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give away our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give.

You grow weary of being treated as the enemy simply because you are not young anymore; because you dress unexceptionally.

The secret of flight is this -- you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.

Silly humans. Banging on a tub to make a bear dance when we would move the stars to pity.