One of life's great truths is this: when one is about to be struck by a speeding six-hundred pound Coke machine, one need worry about little else.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.

you must not come lightly to the blank page.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

It's a mystery. That's the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it's mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.

And people who don’t dream, who don’t have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can’t imagine that.

And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend