[Barack Obama] will touch you on the shoulder and, you know - in that big brother or father figure kind of way. And you really do feel sort of shepherded by him.

Like comedy, horror has an ability to provoke thought and further the conversation on real social issues in a very powerful way.

Sometimes blessings come in strange packages.

I look at racism as one of the social demons. And, in its worst, it's violent and it's a systemic commitment to oppression.

The conversation about race is inevitable. It's one that people know that we have to have and continue to have.

A greater truth that I think we are faced with on a day-to-day basis as minorities is: We are the color of skin first and people second.

How we act with each other really reveals our most animal instincts.

I can fathom anything, man. I love biting off more than I can chew and figuring it out.

[ When I met Barack Obama] He says, I do a pretty good me myself - he said something like that. But he's - he is a close talker. He's a touchy guy.

I just think racism is within each and every one of us. It's everyone's responsibility to figure out how they deal with this kind of obsolete instinct.

I think that human beings are the most awful monster we have ever seen.

The view that man was ever to be drawn by some vision of the unattainable shining ahead, doomed ever to aspire, but not to achieve, my life and my values could not bring me to that.

There is an innate and strong desire in every human being to be heard.

Your power is in your thoughts not in your physical strength,

When you are at Rome, do as you see.

The shortest path to more American jobs is more American energy and more jobs that relate to American energy.

I write edgy, sexy teen romances, and that's what I'll continue to do.

If you will it, it is no dream

I do not believe that any two men, on what are called doctrinal points, think alike who think at all. It is only those who have not thought that appear to agree.

We're a very religious country; the government's secular.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.