I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.

I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.

Every industry is going to be affected (by the aging population). This creates tremendous opportunities and tremendous challenges.

American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.

I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.