Comfort is the enemy of the artist.

Memory works according to meaning, and when something is important to you, the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden.

The fall from your dream into reality is especially hard when you've seen that you can fly.

I think I started realizing I was losing my hair when I was in Illinois. And it was traumatic. It was not something I had figured on in my life.

Using the stratagem of defining character by what changes and what remains the same, the one constant always seems to be regret. We are defined by the objects of our regret.

On a single day, I read articles where I was described as being alternately 'lanky,' 'pudgy,' 'doughy,' 'balding,' 'utterly forgettable,' and 'constantly irritating.

Belief is a very peculiar thing: we tend to put more store in a belief we like than a fact we hate.