You can't be unhappy in the middle of a big, beautiful river.

Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness. And they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy... or they become legend.

I don't see gender as the most significant fact of human existence.

We pretend that the brain is binary, like a computer. But it's not. It's completely holographic.

Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.

The big curse of America, to me, is skinless, boneless chicken breasts. They're banal and relatively flavorless. The rest of the world's trying to get some fat to eat, and we're trying to ban it from our diet.

Either you can do what others want, or you can do what you want to do. That's an easy call.

We are delightfully trapped by our memories. I can't drink a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape Vieux Telegraphe without revisiting a hotel bistro in Luzerne, Switzerland, where I ate a large bowl of a peppery Basque baby goat stew. A sip and a bite. A bite and sip. Goose bumps come with the divine conjunction of food and wine.

There's something frightening about finding a woman who would take your heart.