Doing great work is a struggle. It's draining, it's demoralizing, it's frightening - not always, but it can feel that way when we're deep in the middle of it.

Let others slap each others on the back while you're back in the lab or the gym or pounding the pavement.

You’re not as good as you think. You don’t have it all figured out. Stay focused. Do better.

Not me, ” you think.

There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.

That time is long gone. But aren't we still the same people?

Let death find us as we are building up our matchstick protests against its waves.

It is a mistake, that a lust for power is the mark of a great mind; for even the weakest have been captivated by it; and for minds of the highest order, it has no charms.

When I leap, I briefly see the world as it is and as it should be.

When the movie's done, you talk about either the score or source music over a particular scene, what might work. You just throw a piece of music over the scene, and we both listen to it.

I was a pretty shy, lonely kid. I blossomed about age 17, when I went to college.

I have the ability to make a choice in how I respond. My natural response does not have to be the only response I have.

When I write, it's purging for me. It's a therapeutic process.

Dreams take you beyond what you think you can do in life.