Well, I’m in my 60s now. I finally look it, I think. People until I was 60 would always say they thought I looked younger, which I think, without flattering myself, I did, but I think I certainly have, as George Orwell says people do after a certain age, the face they deserve.

It seems sensible to me that we should look to the medical profession, that over the centuries has helped us to live longer and healthier lives, to help us die peacefully among our loved ones in our own home without a long stay in God’s waiting room.

Self-worth comes from one thing – thinking that you are worthy.

If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.

I just wanted to write something about running, but I realized that to write about my running is to write about my writing. It’s a parallel thing in me.

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

I’m not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I’ve always been a freak. So I’ve been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I’m one of those people.

Beware of no man more than of yourself; we carry our worst enemies within us.

You know, it’s not the world that was my oppressor, because what the world does to you, if the world does it to you long enough and effectively enough, you begin to do to yourself.

Sometimes, people can be extraordinarily judgmental and closed-minded to anyone different or special, which is why it’s so hard for young people in this day and age to be comfortable enough in their own skin to not listen to the people picking on them.

Everybody always laughs because I feel so much more comfortable with, like, a giant paper bag on my whole body and paint on my face. Sometimes I try really hard to take it all off. But inevitably what’s underneath is still not a straight edge. And I don’t think it ever will be.

No one is so miserable as the poor person who maintains the appearance of wealth.

My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me.

I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.

You say that you are my judge; I do not know if you are; but take good heed not to judge me ill, because you would put yourself in great peril.

One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth, it at least serves as a rule of life and there is nothing better.

The most important thing I can tell you about aging is this: If you really feel that you want to have an off-the-shoulder blouse and some big beads and thong sandals and a dirndl skirt and a magnolia in your hair, do it. Even if you’re wrinkled.

Self-talk, for me, has been the biggest thing in my life. A lot of us have a dialogue that is crap. It’s a crappy dialogue. We live in a world right now that is very external. Everything is very on the surface. Superficial. Everything. And what we’re telling ourselves is what we see on TV.

I am not a victim of emotional conflicts. I am human.

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

I don’t want to be called a point guard, but I can’t stop it.

Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.

For a young person, it is almost a sin, or at least a danger, to be too preoccupied with himself; but for the ageing person, it is a duty and a necessity to devote serious attention to himself.

I’m a woman, and anytime you tell a woman that she looks nice, it’s not going to upset her.

Nobody can give you wiser advice than yourself.

I just don’t have time to get old!

Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.

Remember, you can always stoop and pick up nothing.

When I had to make a decision whether or not an activity was appropriate for the Sabbath, I simply asked myself, ‚What sign do I want to give to God?‘ That question made my choices about the Sabbath day crystal clear.

I’m not the most attractive fella. I’m not a Billy Dee Williams. Personality is everything.

The person who doesn’t scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.

I’m always just surprised when someone writes something about me.

The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution – this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.

I realized, ‚Yo, I can’t do anything in moderation. I don’t know how.‘

What it’s like to be me? You know, it’s good to be me. My life is good.

In this big ball of people, I’m just one grain of sand on this beach.

I’ve always kinda been a little outcast myself, a little oddball, doin‘ my thing, my own way. And it’s been hard for me to, to be accepted, certainly in the early years of my life.

I don’t have a problem with ageing – in fact, I embrace that aspect of it. And am able to and obviously am going to be able to quite easily… it doesn’t faze me at all.

The world can criticize me, but l can always criticize it back.

I’m odd looking. Sometimes I think I look like a funny muppet.

You may make some mistakes – but that doesn’t make you a sinner. You’ve got the very nature of God on the inside of you.

What good is it being Marilyn Monroe? Why can’t I just be an ordinary woman?

I’m very secure about my talents and about who I am.

I’m so wrapped up in my work that it’s often impossible to consider other things in my life. My marriage ended in divorce because of this, my relationship with Holly has suffered by this.

I know my flaws before other people point them out to me.

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

Did you know there’s a difference between being busy and being fruitful? Did you ever stop to think that just being busy – running around in circles all day but not accomplishing anything – is the same as wasting your time? It’s frustrating to expend so much energy and time and not have any fruit from your effort!

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

Somewhere deep down there’s a decent man in me, he just can’t be found.

What we wish, we readily believe, and what we ourselves think, we imagine others think also.

Our greatest evils flow from ourselves.

Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image.

To the dumb question, ‚Why me?‘ the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply, ‚Why not?‘

Then suddenly something just kicked me. I kind of woke up and realised that I was in a different atmosphere than you normally are. My immediate reaction was to back off, slow down.

What you are comes to you.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

Don’t get older just to get wiser. If you get older, you will be wiser, I believe that – if you dare. But get older because it’s fun!

Colleges are like old-age homes, except for the fact that more people die in colleges.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

No one knows Anne’s better side, and that’s why most people can’t stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that, everyone’s had enough of me to last a month.