How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

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.

The sacred-walk by child takes place with many endured attempts to stand on his or her feet.

Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.

What difference does it make whether your work is appreciated or not? The work will still be yours. Anyway, most of us are only appreciated after we are dead.

Intelligence must follow faith, never precede it, and never destroy it.

What we do have is nothin' but time. Welcome to the Shawshank Redemption of late night!

Everything that has value has its price. Nothing worth having is ever handed to you gratis.

An actor should be ready to play any role within reason. For example, I think the most ridiculous thing for me to do would be to try and play Shakespeare.

I think people have certain preconceived notions of certain people that they've never met. And so, that's sort of what I try to work from.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.