Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem

Unwinds didn't go out with a bang-they didn't even go out with a whimper. they went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.

The Bill of Life was signed, the Unwind Accord went into effect, and the war was over. Everyone was so happy to end the war, no one cared about the consequences

Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.

Small victories are bet­ter than none.

I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

Once in a while our school has half days, and the teachers spend the afternoon 'in service,' which I think must be a group therapy for having to deal with us.

(Why did they call them sneakers if it was so hard to sneak in them?)

People would cheer throw confetti and then go about breaking the resolutions they had made only moments before.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

You do not exist to serve the illusion. The illusion exists to serve you.

Stupidity is to have amnesia over your own faults when the person you hate makes theirs.

It hurts to get things out in the open, but it hurts even more not to.

My fans are honestly so unique and so similar. Wherever I travel, they are so, so different but so the same.

Real merit requires as much labor, to be placed in a true light, as humbug to be elevated to an unworthy eminence; only the success of the false is temporary, that of the true, immortal.

Putting the 10 commandments up to prevent crime is like putting 'Employees must wash hands' up to keep the piss out of your burger.

I started out Ice skating with Holiday On Ice and just got offered the part of R2 by chance.

But Maastricht was not the end of history. It was a first step towards a Europe of growth, of employment, a social Europe. That was the vision of Francois Mitterrand. We are far from that now.

The wise man knows when to keep silent. Only the fool tells all he knows.

Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.