Anna would like you, he thinks, looking into her face. Anna would like you.

So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . .

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.

How gleefully life shreds our well crafted plans.

The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.

I wish, he thinks, spoken words could be captured and kept in a locket.

What man ain't the honestest cove in his own eyes?" Grote's round face is a bronze moon in the dark. "'Tain't good intentions what paves the road to hell: it's self-justifyin's.

The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature.

But thought has no eyelids to close or ears to block...

I find a certain comfort, " confesses Marinus, "in humanity's helplessness.

It's not a concert you are seeing, it's a fashion show.

I’m going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!

Visual ideas combined with technology combined with personal interpretation equals photography. Each must hold it's own; if it doesn't, the thing collapses.

Right now, hail to the Michigan State Spartans.

Before modern times there was Walking, but not the perfection of Walking, because there was no tea.

Young black men in America have an identity ascribed to them that is a direct legacy of slavery.

The difference isn't resources, it's attitude.

Ninety percent of politics is deciding whom to blame.

So people will come along and do new things and sometimes return to the spirit of an earlier age.

Being in love is a very strange thing.