The most fun thing about being a writer is that everything is interesting.
On eluding conviction after mistrial: Why me? I am blessed. I can't complain. I am walking out the door. I am going to have a healthy and happy Christmas.
If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
Let's face it, we were all once three-year-olds who stood in the middle of the living room and everybody thought we were so adorable. Only some of us grow up and get paid for it.
So much of religion is exegesis. I would rather follow in the footprints of Christ than all of the dogma.
Resisting and avoiding pain sucks energy-and time. The more you let yourself feel those minute-and-a-half hells, the quicker you'll start feeling those minute-and-a-half happinesses.