I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

I'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.

If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

I deserve that, don't I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with.