A thought for today: 'People change and forget to tell each other.'

You don’t always win, but every time you lose, you get better.

The environment is in us, not outside of us. The trees are our lungs, the rivers our bloodstream. We are all interconnected, and what you do to the environment ultimately you do to yourself.

There are always decades that interest people. For me, that's the Roaring Twenties.

True statement: Live it, love it, leave the wold better off than when you got here.

I grew up as a country boy.

We're made up of energy, so who's to say you can't transmit through electrical means? If you could transmit yourself wirelessly, then it's Armageddon pretty much.

I appreciate the response and the support of fans, of people who actually don't mind watching me on screen... I just don't ever want to jeopardize that.

Every love story needs a catalyst of some sort.

I don't care how hot a girl is - if she doesn't like animals, it would be a major, major problem.

I have a million acquaintances but just two or three true friends. I can't hide anything from them.

Women are better than men in handling their emotions, that is why every happy girl is not happy.

...celebrating the Eucharist as a remembrance of Christ means practicing God's justice towards neighbors, strangers, and enemies alike.

Artists do not need monuments erected for them because their works are their monuments.

The world is difficult and we are all breakable. So just be kind.

I'm not unknown, yet I'm not super famous where I can't go anywhere.

You didn't have to work to keep your fear up, your energy up, or your anxiety. It is all kind of built into the process.

[We're making materials] so light that you can make a car that two people can lift, but so strong that it has the crash-worthiness of an SUV.

I think we're in a disposable world and 'Stairway to Heaven' is one of the things that hasn't quite been thrown away yet.

Historians will consider this a dark age. Science historians can read Galileos technical correspondence from the 1590s but not Marvin Minskys from the 1960s.

The surest sign that a man has a genuine taste of his own is that he is uncertain of it.