To some degree, you control your life by controlling your time.
That so many people respond to me is fabulous. It is like having a kind of Alzheimer's disease, where everyone knows you and you don't know anyone.
I've always believed that service to others is rent we pay for our time on this planet.
I look at everything in an artistic way.
I wouldn't be caught dead marrying a woman old enough to be my wife.
If you don't know your gift, you've got no lift.
I was born in and worked in a period that could be called enviable.
Compared to the spoken word, a picture is a pitiful thing, indeed.
I always ask the booksellers to look at me and recommend a book; 9 out of 10, they get it right; it’s usually a book about someone dysfunctional. To me bookstores are like brothels of imagination, each book is luring me over going, 'Read me, read me'.
My friends would probably describe me as silly. And honest. And that I think about things a bit too much.
I looked up towards the immensity of the labyrinth. "How does one choose a single book among so many?" Isaac shrugged his shoulders. 'Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person. . . destiny, in other words.