Like when that man was running down Broadway stark naked and we all had to eat in the cafeteria while the police tried to catch him.

Boredom is what happens to people who have no control over their minds.

I like to talk about weirdness. We all have strange thoughts and ideas, and when you really trust someone you can express them. And they can express them to you, and that's one of the joys of life.

I think the idea that in a riddle there are two answers or two doors and that you have to pick the right one is almost sort of delightful to kids who are making so many choices every day and who often don't know for a while if they've made the right one. It's not as if you make a choice and then *ding* you have some sense of "oh, this is perfect and I'm happy" - it's never that simple.

Sometimes you never feel meaner than the moment you stop being mean.

Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But I tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that I was remembering you all the time.

I'm an old man, and she's gone now. So don't worry, okay?