Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Love is pure

Love is the sparkle of life.

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.

Extension brings space, space brings freedom, freedom brings precision. Precision is truth.

Even the 'Today' programme involves a balance between the worthy-but-heavy items with the worthless-but-entertainingly-light ones.

It's very hard to go to Monument Valley and not think of John Ford's films.

It is this trick of capitalism, of subjecting labor to competition, while lifted wholly above it by class law itself, that is objectionable.

I have the thickest skin of anyone you'll ever meet. No one can say anything about me I haven't heard a million times before.

Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.