I don't know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones.

Life is a million different dots making one gigantic picture. And maybe the big picture is nice, maybe it's amazing, but if you're standing with your face pressed up against a bunch of black dots, it's really hard to tell.

But every person has to learn to accept what has happened in the past. Without bitterness. Or there is no point in continuing with life.

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.

I feel lucky that I read so many books as a kid because I know that no matter how much I appreciate a book now, and I can love a book very much, it's never going to be that childhood passion for a book. There's some element, something special about the way they're reading books and experiencing books that's finite.

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

Pajamas are good for the soul.