How can you forgive if you can’t remember to forget?

If you're good at something, never do it for free.

The secret to all drama, film, TV, or books - the thing that people respond to most, and the thing I find myself as a viewer feeling most interested in, is the idea of change.

We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down, and worry about our place in the dirt.

We live in a moment in history in which our privacy may not be important.

Time is an absurdity. An abstraction. The only thing that matters is this moment.

Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.

We are the only instrument for understanding the universe. We have to ground it in human beings.

Every man is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.

I was struck by - Einstein's a fascinating figure who didn't have any instruments that he used, he didn't use telescopes, he used his mind to try to understand the universe.

Time eventually convinces most of us that forgiveness is a virtue. Conveniently, cowardice and forgiveness look identical at a certain distance.

You would think it best to save your breath for running, but I often find screaming helps.

Suppose you could gain everything in the whole world, and lost your soul. Was it worth it?

Once you get hooked on the airline business, it's worse than dope.

It's easy enough to pray when you're in distress but continuing to pray even when your crisis has passed is like a sealing process, helping your soul hold tight to its good attainment.

Beginning in 1940,...questionable grades of (low) malignancy were classed as cancer. ...the proportion of 'cancer' cures...increased rapidly.

Am I trying to do good or to make myself look good?

Put the right pitching mechanics together with good health, and there's nothing surprising about lasting a long time.

We want...as soon as possible to see a majority of the Republican Party in the hands of pro-family Christians by 1996.

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.