I don't know why I feel so crazy. . . I feel like I'm going through a stargate. Maybe it's the diet pills. Maybe it's Buddha.
How strange, when your father's wearing women's clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.
My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.
It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.
I made enough money to buy a house. That's crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.
Everyone has flaws. It's a matter of finding the ones you can live with.
I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.
Any damn fool can navigate the world sober. It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk.
I don't know what it takes to make marriage work, but I'm going to keep trying until I get it right. I haven't given up on love or marriage.
Science is absolutely incomplete unless and until the scientists are Realised Souls. Medicine is incomplete, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, everything is incomplete unless and until you know the Divine laws.
I submit that Zooey's face was close to being a wholly beautiful face. As such, it was of course vulnerable to the same variety of glibly undaunted and usually specious evaluations that any legitimate art object is. I think it just remains to be said that any one of a hundred everyday menaces — a car accident, a head cold, a lie before breakfast — could have disfigured or coarsened his bounteous good looks in a day or a second.