As a child there was no place for adventure or experimentation. I guess that kind of freedom started in high school with punk rock. That's what enlightened me to not being afraid to express myself.

When I was a kid I was very particular. I was actually beyond particular. I would iron my money and spray it with Polo cologne.

When I lace my shoes I can't stand when they are twisted and dirty. It just looks sloppy. Even if it's a new pair of Chuck Taylors and the laces are all twisted it looks like you don't care.

I really never even seriously considered a book but a few years ago someone approached me out of the blue and I said I would think about it.

I thought the Made in America men's wear push was a big revolution in terms of smaller companies taking charge, but it seems like it's gotten out of control.

There are too many brands. You can start your own brand from your bedroom. It's a good thing and a bad thing.

Who can see twenty-five years into the future?” she had asked. “Your guess is as good as theirs. Confidence is everything.

To do something for someone or something you loved- England or Shakespeare or a dog or the Hodbins or history- wasn't a sacrifice at all. Even if it cost you your freedom, your life, your youth.

We rate ability in men by what they finish not by what they begin.

Sometimes I wonder if there is any hope left for an Israeli-Palestinian discourse that is built on equality and liberty rather than a fruitless discourse of master and servant.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

The Renaissance was a time of mercenary soldiers, ours is a time of mercenary labor.

We wear the mask that grins and lies.

The young knowledge worker whose job is too small to challenge and test his abilities either leaves or declines rapidly into premature middle age, soured, cynical, unproductive.

Pacifists become militants. Freedom fighters become tyrants. Blessings become curses. Help becomes hindrance. More becomes less.

The best men are not consistent in good-- why should the worst men be consistent in evil.