“Home is where your books are.”

Really true intimacy is rare and it depends on other things besides sex.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.

No one ever found wisdom without also being a fool. Writers, alas, have to be fools in public, while the rest of the human race can cover its tracks.

There are no atheists on turbulent airplanes.

Art is always an energy exchange.

It’s horrible getting older. I mean, it’s wonderful because you see the circles of life get completed. But it’s horrible losing your looks.

There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship, only backward.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

The camera creates a magical transformation. It’s not enough to exist; we must chronicle that existence. …

A new dog never replaces an old dog; it merely expands the heart. If you have loved many dogs, your heart is very big.

Photographs are the most curious indicators of reality.

Fame means millions of people have the wrong idea of who you are.

It’s easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless.

If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.

Narrative- and image-making creatures like humans don’t feel any experience is complete unless it’s recorded.

The words carry their own momentum. A confession in motion tends to stay in motion. Newton’s first law of jealousy.