It's true: lives do drift apart for no obvious reason. We're all busy people,we can't spend our time simply trying to stay in touch. The test of a friendship is if it can weather these inevitable gaps.

The last thing we ever learn about ourselves is our effect.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

To live as an artist requires hard work or some extraordinary good fortune to come your way.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.

Humankind can tolerate only so much rejection.