How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?

It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?

He thinks things through too much.

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

Strange world isn't it?

Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.

After all I've seen, if I hadn't learned compassion, I wouldn't be worth much.

As every good marxist already knows, the ideological shift toward a terminally optimistic humanism was vital to the rise of bourgeoisie, and the decline of aristocracy.

First of all, nothing good ever came from a beanbag chair. Nothing. I am speaking from personal experience.

Craft is not a category; it's a means. The folks running the museum [Museum of Arts and Design]are sharp, and they know this, but they are in a bind.

Those who wish, in the interest of morality, to reduce Leonardo, that inexhaustible source of creative power, to a neutral or sexless agency, have a strange idea of doing service to his reputation.

Let us not be afraid to see the hatred that consumes the lives of hundreds of thousands of Arabs who sit around us and wait for the moment when their hands will be able to reach our blood.

I had dropped out of theater school after six months and was just staying on my mom's couch at home in Toronto.

Ever since (childhood), I realized that one of the coolest things in the game is scoring touchdowns. And I think mentally that still drives me.

Sometimes we give too much too soon. Sometimes we hold back for too long. This is our beautiful dance. Our imperfect dance. This is the dance that makes us human.

When much is taken, something is returned.

By marriage the husband and wife are one person in law, that is, the very being or legal existence of the woman is suspended during marriage.