If somebody wants to kill people, they don’t need a gun to do it.
I am who I am. I can’t pretend to be somebody who makes $25,000 a year.
You see people in the left lane, and as long as they are on the speed limit, they stay there. Get in the right lane and let people pass you – let the police worry about somebody who wants to speed. Don’t force them pass in the right lane and zig zag, which can create...
What I want to do, is play music for somebody who believe in me.
You don’t have to be poor to need something or somebody.
To convert somebody go and take them by the hand and guide them.
They say I’m insane because I need to have so much creative control. They say I’m unmanageable, but I’m not. I just know what I like. I’m obsessed with it. If you can’t control it, that’s like having somebody else paint your pictures. How could you do that? I never could.
You need that pride in yourself, as well as a sense, when you are sitting on Page 297 of a book, that the book is going to be read, that somebody is going to care. You can’t ever be sure about that, but you need the sense that it’s important, that it’s not typing; it’s...
I always leave that for other people to decide, because some of the things I consider to be disasters are some people’s favorite movies. And that’s what I like so much, is that you never know. Something intrigues somebody and means nothing to somebody else.
That’s the thing with dementia. If you’re with somebody who has a serious illness, you can usually talk to them, have a laugh every now and then – the person is still with you. With dementia, there’s no conversation; there’s no togetherness, no sharing.
You started caring about somebody, you did stupid things.
In general I like a guy who is athletic, somebody who can teach me something. Whether it’s teaching me a new way to cut on a wave or teach me a three-point conversion or teach me how to dribble a soccer ball. There’s something really cool about that.
I love the idea of a tiny window between the back stoop and the pantry, where the milkman would pass through the cheese. But of course, there is no milkman anymore. So somebody coming by the house and seeing the window would say, ‘Oh, that must be original, because that’s where the milkman passed the...
When somebody wants to write an article attacking a scoring system or the influence of wine writers, who’s right in the cross hairs? It’s not Steve Tanzer, it’s not Marvin Shanken, it’s me. These other people, it’s not like they don’t have some influence, and I’m more than happy to share it.
What if nothing exists and we’re all in somebody’s dream?