Anything goes and nothing matters.

I like to call it 'the national automobile slum.' You can call it suburban sprawl. I think it's appropriate to call it the greatest misallocation of resources in the history of the world.

The twentieth century was about getting around. The twenty-first century will be about staying in a place worth staying in.

A land full of places that are not worth caring about may soon be a nation and a way of life that is not worth defending.

It pays to remember that societies get what they deserve, not what they expect.

The living arrangements American now think of as normal are bankrupting us economically, socially, ecologically and spiritually.

The immersive ugliness of our everyday environments in America is entropy made visible.

Americans threw away their communities in order to save a few dollars on hair dryers and plastic food storage tubs, never stopping to reflect on what they were destroying.

Suburbia is the insidious cartoon of the country house in a cartoon of the country.

Americans are suffering so much from being in unrewarding environments that it has made us very cynical. I think that American suburbia has become a powerful generator of anxiety and depression.

The salient fact about the decades ahead is that we are entering a permanent global energy crisis and it will change everything about how we live.

My biggest challenge is to not do urban movies for the rest of my life, those alpha hoodies.

When a man's willing and eager the god's join in.

I read the same amount of nonfiction and fiction.

If we have no inner peace, we deceive ourselves into thinking that comfort and prosperity will bring happiness.

Every day matters. I think so. I do. But I really have to work to force myself to see its value sometimes.

To meditate with humility, consider existence. It is infinite. You are finite. You are a finite portion of infinite existence. Let this be your meditation.

Lookin up at the huge baboons, I wondered if Khufu had some sort of secret baboon code that would get us in. But instead he barked at the statues and cowered heroically behind my legs.

As a lawyer, I hate to use the "on the one hand, but the other".

He that embarks on the voyage of life will always wish to advance rather by the impulse of the wind than the strokes of the oar; and many fold in their passage; while they lie waiting for the gale.

We are a people whom Allah gave might and glory to through Islam, so we will never seek glory through anything else.