I love the bicycle. I always have. I can think of no sincere, decent human being, male or female, young or old, saintly or sinful, who can resist the bicycle.

Kids are always the only future the human race has.

I have managed to conceal my madness fairly effectively, and as far as I know it hasn't hurt anybody badly, for which I am grateful.

Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.

It is impossible not to notice that our world is tormented by failure, hate, guilt, and fear.

If you’re alive, you can’t be bored in San Francisco. If you’re not alive, San Francisco will bring you to life.

What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.