Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

It is the oldest ironies that are still the most satisfying: man, when preparing for bloody war, will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace.

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.

It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.

Religion (Dharma) begins with an obliging nature.

Because so many people use goodreads, it is an amazingly good—and amazingly underutilized—resource for understanding what people read, why, and how they feel about their reading experiences.

Each moment passes by and we do not even realize this. What we ought to cherish, we actually perish!

War is fear cloaked in courage.

Scientists have reaped rich rewards, they have sat high in government councils and have been blinded by the attractiveness of public life-all this because they happen to have been good killers.

When man gives up on reforming and inspiring society he also gives up his freedom.

You might be a redneck if you're a lite beer drinker, because you start drinking when it gets light.

Music is my only guide. I don't care if people pigeonhole me. Miles Davis is my hero. He covered Cindy Lauper and Michael Jackson, and he didn't give a hoot about what the purists said.

No happiness equals the joy of finding a heart that understands.

He that would run his company on visible figures alone will in time have neither company nor figures.