Even at times when I don't care, I know exactly what I would care about if I did.

Life is short, God's way of encouraging a bit of focus.

To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.

Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.

My eyesight's gone, my reflexes are shot, and I can't stay awake, but thank God I can still drive.

It is a shame to see in the work of an artist the limitations of his critics.

Does it seem sometimes that you are always the one to break an embarrassing silence — and always by saying something more embarrassing than the silence?