As you get ready to walk out under the bright lights of the improvisational stage of the rest of your life... be bold. Don't always worry about what your next line is going to be.

Once in a rare while, somebody comes along who doesn't just raise the bar, they create an entirely new standard of measurement.

Managing by trying to be liked is the path to ruin.

There is no script. Live your life. Soak it all in.

When you are doing what you love to do, you become resilient.

I was in Shanghai recently, where Twitter is blocked, and yet there were ads and billboards across town with hashtags on them.

Twitter is a global town square.

Don't always worry what your next line is going to be.

Don't always worry about what your next line is supposed to be. There is no script. Live your life. Be in this moment.

The way you build trust with your people is by being forthright and clear with them from day one. You may think people are fooled when you tell them what they want to hear. They are not fooled.

What is the thing that matters most to making progress right now?

Change moves incrementally from breath to breath and moment to moment, allowing for course-correction along the way.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common - they're both going in the ground soon!

I hate Twitter. I think it's disgusting. It's ridiculous that you as a stranger can type something to me, and I see it. Technology has gone too far.

I don't spend my hours plotting for somebody else's downfall.

Factors affecting effective regional cooperation are mindsets and perceptions emanating from the past

I always feel like every film takes the franchise and hangs it in the balance.

I" cannot reach fulfillment without "thou." The self cannot be self without other selves. Self-concern without other-concern is like a tributary that has no outward flow to the ocean.

Let us rise above the things that pass away. Up above, the air is so pure. Jesus can hide Himself but we will find Him there.

Why am I the way I am? Well, I used to be different.

Our CO2 mixes with everyone else's within a year, then hangs around for centuries like a shroud.