“The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.”

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.

I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do.

I mean they don’t seem able to love us just the way we are. They don’t seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more.

We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.

How long should a man’s legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.

I’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.

I’m quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

I just hope that one day – preferably when we’re both blind drunk – we can talk about it.

Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.

An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.

Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.

People always clap for the wrong reasons.

I love to write and I assure you I write regularly. But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

We are like plants which have the one choice of being in or out of the light.

I don’t only like rock music. There are other forms of music that I find interesting. I would want to do everything, every kind of music. I wouldn’t want to be limited to like playing heavy metal or whatever.

People who confuse what they wish were true with what is really true create distorted pictures of reality that make it impossible for them to make the best choices.

It is a rare and beautiful thing when we choose to offer love in situations when most people would choose to scorn or ignore.

A broken heart that chooses love one more time. – strength.

I believe that for the most part, achieving success – whatever that is for you – is mostly a matter of personal choice and that, initially, making the right choices can be difficult.

Always choose people that choose you.

The pain of problems is a call to find solutions rather than a reason for unhappiness and inaction, so it’s silly, pointless, and harmful to be upset at the problems and choices that come at you (though it’s understandable).