Ah, but I am more perceptive than most of the universe. Especially the parts of the universe that are vacuum.

The way past despair and false hope is just letting go. It doesn't improve your odds of survival, but it doesn't waste mental energy.

Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.

Having a perilous adventure is always better than comatose safety. Always, always, always, always, always.

Deliberate choices are the only sacred things in the universe. Everything else is just hydrogen.

I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all.

You don’t free yourself from duty by running away. That only increases the weight on your shoulders.

I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

Don't be a little paranoid; worry about everything, or let it all go.

That's the first rule of command; be consistent! You can be sadistic, you can be lazy, you can be stupid, but if you're consistent the crew will still let you sit in when they play dominoes.

Lawyers will always buckle under to something, whether its bribes, violence, court orders, or the weight of their own bullshit.

I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.

Or maybe crying is like everything else we do- it's best if you don't get caught.

No single nation should pick and choose which nations holds nuclear weapons. And that's why I strongly reaffirmed America's commitment to seek a world in which no nations hold nuclear weapons.

Love is a state of Being. Your love is not outside; it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you. It is not dependent on some other body, some external form.

We are indeed the light of the world-but only if our switch is turned on.

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.

I don't really ever think about whether or not I like the characters I'm playing. I'm more into the minutiae of their behaviour or what they're doing in a certain scene.

Where I am they can smell out a hurricane. My house survived Hurricane Hazel, but it didn't get past Hugo.

In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.

I am ready to fight according to the rules, and I ask for the opportunity to prove myself.