Colorless green ideas sleep furiouslythree old owls on a chest of drawerswere screwingthe daughter of the doctor.But then the mother called them, colorless green ideas slepp furiously.

To make them forget how bad human beings are, they were taught too insistently that bears are good. Instead of being told honestly what humans are and what bears are.

What is a saint supposed to do, if not convert wolves?

How many times has our conscience firmly prompted us to ‘draw the line, ’ and we showed up with an eraser?

Rhythm is our universal mother tongue. It's the language of the soul.

If we have a heart for the magnitudes of life, it will not seem vain to believe that God Himself should guard it.

I am content; that is a blessing greater than riches; and he to whom that is given need ask no more.

I think, for me as an actor, if you get to a place where you're satisfied, you're happy with it, then you're dead. It's over. You're not hungry anymore. You won't try things anymore.

You see the transformation that the arts have on young people. It changes their lives for the better. That's where my engagement is.

Sometimes you've got to eat a turd sandwich; makes the ribeye taste better next time.

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

While real perfection is only one, relative perfections must be many.

There is no accountability in soft money. None.