So, the combination of looking at lots of different people and how they react to each other and how they relate to each other and waiting for that inspiration is the thing that allows me to keep writing.
To become a stoic is to endorse the truthfulness of its world view and accept its prescription for how you ought to live, not just to like how it makes you feel.
One of the most liberating notions is learning how many truly do not care about you, and moreover, how the few who do care about you, marvel at your indifference.
I'm developing a physiological theory of growth and oxygen requirement. If it's well-understood how fish require oxygen to grow, then we can understand how to deal with the impact of global warming.
No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.
Kid's don't care how many sermons you preach to them. The only sermon they'll hear is how you live your life in front of them.
How I longed to see these things; how I longed to see the Liberty Bell and walk on the streets where Thomas Jefferson, Tom Paine and Benjamin Franklin had walked.
What is perhaps more worthy of note than how many tsunami dead we've seen, however, is how many other recent dead we have not seen.
No matter how many people in how many locations plug into God, you can never run out of God. He is the I AM! Sufficient God!
I'm not even a little bit talented at the red-carpet makeup thing, but recently I did learn how to give myself dramatic-looking eyes and how to contour my cheekbones.
Happy people know suffering more than anyone else, and that’s how they can see just how damn beautiful their lives are. It’s because they’ve seen the depths.
And this is one of the major questions of our lives: how we keep boundaries, what permission we have to cross boundaries, and how we do so.
I'm not interested in playing characters who see the world through my prism; I think the journey of understanding any character is to see how they tick and how they differ from you.
I wouldn't tell Jill how I felt. I behaved in such a way that was opposite to how I felt. I must have seemed strong to her. I didn't want to bring her down.
Always try to do something for the other fellow and you will be agreeably surprised how things come your way - how many pleasing things are done for you.
I know growing up as a young gay person how much you hate yourself, how much you already think you're different.
I think Delhiites know how to party, but Kolkata has people who know how to celebrate. I think that's the main difference.
She was learning something important: how to live within the sound of her own slow breathing, how to love the view when her eyes were shut.
The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it ... some stories just don't have a happy ending.
But I learned first-hand how the news media operates by watching how they interpreted, changed, and misrepresented my intentions.
Perhaps a book becomes a classic in proportion to how broadly its characters can be scavenged, how many readers find within it something they experience as desirable or even intimately necessary.
