And the quality all these reasonable failures share is an inability to accept that the statue quo is temporary.

It is impossible to examine questions we refuse to ask.

And I'm probably wrong. Maybe not completely, but partially. And maybe not today, but eventually.

The practical reality is that any present-tense version of the world is unstable. What we currently consider to be true--both objectively and subjectively--is habitually provisional.

The world happens as it happens, but we construct what we remember and what we forget. And people will eventually do that to us, too.

And if something is only itself, it doesn't particularly matter.

It's difficult to cope with the infinite variety of the past, and so we apply filters and settle on a few famous names.

Always have your own opinion and build upon that. Person without opinion is just like a dead soul!!!

In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

If we cannot live so as to be happy let us at least live so as to deserve it.

You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.

We want a system in which the worker shall get what he produces and the capitalist shall produce what he gets.

I was into Ted Nugent, I was a Nugent guy. I was a skateboarder listening to Ted Nugent.

I guess my strongest recurring theme is honoring love, even when it's lost.

Surround yourself with friends who only call you a superstar

Do not worry if all the candles in the world flicker and die. We have the spark that starts the fire.

Do you love me?" he asked. I fell silent. "For the rest of it is glitter and noise," he said. "At the heart of it all is love. You make that choice, and you go forward from there.