In some ways, America has grown up to be a masterpiece of self-concern.

I'm not sure I'll come back to this planet. I may come back to another one.

I've been through so much of my own self-search that I'm not as consumed with who I am as I used to be.

The uninvestigated life is not worth living. I don't want to live that way.

When times are bad, people like to lose themselves in the sheer glamour of another period: beautiful wardrobes, magnificent meals served in elegant settings.

If you're comfortable with yourself-which everyone can get to, to some extent-that's when you start getting into who is your real self.

In some ways, America has grown up to be a masterpiece of self-concern.