The only thing standing between me and greatness is me.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

Sun is bad for you. Everything our parents said was good is bad. Sun, milk, red meat...college.

I can't with any conscience argue for New York with anyone. It's like Calcutta. But I love the city in an emotional, irrational way, like loving your mother or your father even though they're a drunk or a thief. I've loved the city my whole life - to me, it's like a great woman.

In a relationship, it is better to be the leaver than the leavee.