It was my father who instilled the 'never say no' attitude I carry around with me today and who instilled in me a sense of wonder always taking us on adventures in the car never telling us the destination.

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth wisdom is dying out.

Telling lies is a fault in a boy an art in a lover an accomplishment in a bachelor and second-nature in a married man.

It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

Homer has taught all other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

As the plane got closer to Miami I had this terrible feeling he was dying. Maybe he was telling me that he was going. I felt anger panic despair and helplessness.

I have a right to my anger and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be that it's not nice to be and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.

How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him.

My dad was a journalist. He was in Rwanda right after the genocide. In Berlin when the wall came down. He was always disappearing and coming back with amazing stories. So telling stories for a living made sense to me.

The amazing thing now is that most of those so-called critics who were telling me to find my own voice seem to have lost theirs.