Everyone underestimates their own life. Funny thing is, in the end, all our stories...they're the same. In fact, no matter where you go in the world, there is only one important story: of youth, loss and yearning for redemption. So we tell the same story, over and over. Only the details are different.

…God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern is impossible to see, the squares and diamonds and triangles don’t fit well together anymore, it’s all become meaningless. So He has abandoned it.

You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them, sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success

I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.

The worst part of great poverty is that you become blind to it.

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

So we tell the same story, over and over. Just the details are different