At least with zombies I know my enemy and I know what to do: Aim and shoot. It's not so easy with people.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable - perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.

Even "meant to be" takes work.

I'd rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.

Am I a friend or a prospect? Imagine how much kinder life would be if people put as much effort into befriending others instead of trying to sell them something.

Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye?

One of the disadvantages to having a choice is the inevitability to hang oneself on freedoms rope.

We just wanna be the happy bums that we are. That's all.

No God, Religion, Race or Nation is higher than the humans.

God doesn’t say to be perfect and you’ll get to heaven. He says to confess that you’re a sinner and come to the cross, and whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

When left unsatisfied, lust becomes violence.

Just as women's bodies are softer than men's, so their understanding is sharper.

I thought there would be more time in my trailer to write during 'Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D.,' but I seem to be always flying in a harness and conquering supervillains instead.

Don't be afraid of opposition. Remember, a kite rises against, not with, the wind.

We must act swiftly in order to halt the rate of decay our planet faces.

To be creative you actually have to do something.

And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.