Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
Creative work is play. It is free speculation using materials of one's chosen form.
Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.
Intimacy is what makes a marriage, not a ceremony, not a piece of paper from the state.
There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.
It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.
They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.