“Life is not like a novel, but a novel can be like life. The best ones always are.”

Fame, money and the size of the market are not very important to me. What is, is writing a book that is worth doing and then publishing it.

I thought how lovely and how strange a river is.

Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it’s possible to love someone?

There are times when you want to be what you have never allowed yourself to be before.

They should be unchanging in shape and proportions. But sometimes they do change depending on who’s in them.

You have to know your own truth and stick to it. And never despair. Never give up. There’s always hope.

How do I think of you? As someone I want to be with. As someone as young as me, but “older,” if that makes sense. As someone I like to look at, not just because you’re good to look at, but because just looking at you makes me smile and feel happier.

Even if they’re saying your name with dislike, at least you know you’re you, that you exist.

A joy that hurts with sadness a sadness that is pleasurable a pleasure full of terror a terror that excites an excitement that calms a calmness that frightens.

I don’t actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn’t true it can’t be love.

Doing anything when you’re bored is very very boring. Anyway, doing nothing is the point of being bored.

Yet, isn’t it strange, isn’t it weird, how we can KNOW that someone is not behaving in the way we imagine, and at the same time we can be totally convinced that he is!

There are times when you don’t know yourself. There are times when you don’t want to know yourself.

He thought: How difficult it is to explain yourself to yourself. Sometimes there only is, and no knowing.

The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy

As someone who knows her mind and who I envy for that. As someone who is strong in herself without seeming to need anyone else to help her. As someone who makes me thinks and unsettles me in a way that makes me feel more alive.

Without exercise, I don’t feel like my head works right.

I’m trying as hard as I can to act like I’m 65, but it’s very difficult.

All the women want to be with me, all the men want to be like me.

If you have notoriety, you can dress any way you want to dress. That’s the way it is. I just like to get dressed up.

For me, it’s about camaraderie. My whole life is like, if something’s going on, nothing ever preceded fun. I always put my friends and the fun and the business ahead of everything.

My mother never breast fed me, she told me she only liked me as a friend.

Somebody the other day had a review, called me ‘America’s reprobate.’ And I don’t even know what that means, but I kinda like the way it sounds.

I was really good at being a bad guy; I like that role. Not being bad to people – just talking bad.