Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him.

I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn’t make yourself over between dawn and dusk.

There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.

It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.

Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.

We are all born equally far from the sun.

Failure to find the truth is perhaps an intellectual defeat, but failure to look for the truth is an intellectual surrender.

The longer you remain distant, the deeper, wider, and darker the chasm becomes making it all the more difficult to bridge.

Our nature is the mind. And the mind is our nature.

I'm dedicated to bringing to life what the author is trying to portray. I try to make the producers cry and the crew laugh.

Any danger spot is tenable if men, brave men, will make it so.

I think most of the people involved in any art always secretly wonder whether they are really there because they're good or there because they're lucky.

I think one of the great dangers here is going and categorizing anybody from one religion as a terrorist. That's not true... That would let the terrorists win. That's what they want us to do.

I was a little stunned that we didn't get a coloring book with this menu.

We all have different relationships with music. But the music is always there.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.