Life is essentially sad. Happiness is sporadic. It comes in moments, in flashes and glimpses. Extract every bit of blood from every single moment.
Living in the moment, thinking about the future, and staying connected to the past: that's what makes me feel whole.
Sex is emotional. It's connection; it's intimate. It's looking into somebody's soul. It's naked in every sense of the word. It's the hardest thing in the world if you do it right.
Tuesday is the worst day of the week. You don't know whether to look forward or back.
After four hours on the road in a car, I'm having conversations with dead relatives and reliving arguments with old boyfriends and thinking of my first-grade teacher and pondering the universe. Its a phenomenon that blows my mind every single time I realize I am doing this.
Do what makes you feel good, whether it's feeding your ego, feeding your face, or feeding the hungry.
Mediocracy is underrated.
The sun is always shining somewhere.
Wisdom and love have nothing to do with each other. Wisdom is staying alive, survival. You're wise if you don't stick your finger in the light plug. Love -- you'll stick your finger in anything.
If you're looking outside yourself for substantiation of your own happiness, you're going to fail.
It's impossible to interact with an eighteen-month-old child and not come away with the impression that all people are fundamentally good.
I'm just struggling to get through the damn day.
I am dysfunctional by choice.
Humor. Wit. Sex appeal. That order.
Do something that you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.
When it's over for a woman, it's over. You don't get an appeal. Ever.
I believe that all roads lead to the same place -- and that is wherever all roads lead to.
Some failures are right.
Those who say don't know. Those who know don't say. That holds up over time.
At a certain point you know the last chapter, but you don’t want to write it.
At the end of the day, when you're eighty years old and looking back at your life, you want to have minimized the number of regrets you have. That's what should drive people -- not how much money they have. It's regrets that I think haunt people at the end of their life. I don't regret the chances I took. I regret those that I didn't take. You can only hope that when it’s time, you feel like you said what you wanted to say. Nobody wants to go out mid-sentence. So don't.
