Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.

We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.

I do believe that when we're in the process of dying, that all these emergency circuits in the brain take over. I base what I'm saying not on any empirical evidence. I think it's very possible that when you're dying, these circuits open up, which would explain this whole white-light phenomena - when people clinically die and they see their relatives and stuff and say, "Hello, it's great to see you."

You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Or if you can paint, maybe you think--I did--that God put you on earth to blow your father away.

The monster nevers dies.

God always punishes us for what we can't imagine.

You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or despair ... Come to it any way but lightly.