At some point paradise would be lost.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.

We truly believed in something back then, and we knew we were the kind of people capable of believing in something - with all our hearts. And that kind of hope will never simply vanish.

Aren't you afraid of dying?Not really. I've watched lots of good-for-nothing, worthless people die, and if people like that can do it, then I should be able to handle it.

The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.

Every person should decide for himself how happy, or unhappy, our society might be.

I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.

People do change. And no matter how close we once were, and how much we opened up to each other, maybe neither of us know anything substantial about the other.

People do change. And no matter how close we once were, and how much we opened up to each other, maybe neither if us know anything substantial about the other.

Smartass Disciple: Master, I’m going to change the whole world.Master of Stupidity: It changes within you. It changes without you.

America needs to relearn a lost discipline, self-confident relentlessness...

In Science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.

I have been waiting a long time for this. It's been my dream forever. Now that it's a reality, I love it. I haven't been burnt out at all and I have a bunch of guys with me that feel the same way.

We have rudiments of reverence for the human body, but we consider as nothing the rape of the human mind.

To be 'free' only when things are pleasant is not real freedom.

"Influence" is itself influenced, coming from an Italian word for the outbreak of a disease (influenza, outbreak). Influence is that which flows across - permeates - the boundaries of the self.

Gender is the poetry each of us makes out of the language we are taught.

The slow-motion replay doesn't show how fast the ball was really travelling.

Guess the world needs both sun And the moon too Sad with what I have except for you.