You know when you eat too many sweets and get diabetes? Paparazzi are the diabetes of materialistic culture.

I've always thought I was looking for myself whenever I traveled. Like a journey anywhere was really a journey through myself.

Anything is possible if you believe you deserve it.

If anything interferes with my inner peace, I will walk away. Arguments with family members. All that stuff. None of it matters.

New York was the only city I knew in the world where you could be desperately lonely at nine in the morning, crossing the street for a bagel at Gristede's, and find that seven hours later you were drinking Irish coffee at P.J. Clarke's with all the friends you had inherited along the way.

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

For me, the safest place is out on a limb.