New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

Love is finding that the things you like best about yourself are not in you at all$$$ but in the person who completes you.

Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.

Where there is no hope$$$ it is incumbent on us to invent it.

Since we're all going to die$$$ it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

Everything$$$ all the time$$$ is causing everything else.

Tragedy is an unfinished comedy.

It may be a species of impudence to think that the way you understand God is the way God is.

All the gods$$$ all the heavens$$$ all the hells$$$ are within you.