Hysterical fundamentalism is not the way into the future; it is the last gasp of the past.

I do assert that one prepares for eternity not by being religious and keeping the rules, but by living fully, loving wastefully, and daring to be all that each of us has the capacity to be.

The church is like a swimming pool. Most of the noise comes from the shallow end.

I think one of the things we've got to look out for is human beings claiming that they know how God operates.

The view of the cross as the sacrifice for the sins of the world is a barbarian idea based on primitive concepts of God and must be dismissed.

I think that anything that begins to give people a sense of their own worth and dignity is God.

Was Judas Iscariot a figure of history? I do not think so. There is no mention of him in any source before the 8th decade.

All religion seems to need to prove that it's the only truth. And that's where it turns demonic. Because that's when you get religious wars and persecutions and burning heretics at the stake.

I don't want a God that would go around killing people's little girls. Neither do I want a God who would kill his own son.

I prepare for death by living.

You can't have a world where 50 percent of the people are dieting and 50 percent of the people are starving if you want stability.

Maybe I'm naively romantic, but I do believe that spice and excitement doesn't stop once a couple gets together.

It's not that comedy has changed in terms of what's funny. For me, it's changed in that sometimes I don't feel my finger is on the pulse.

The more women walk around in sweat pants, the harder it is to tell who's out jogging and who's running away from a mugger.

The perfect date is the one where anything and everything goes wrong, but at the end of it, all you want is to see them again.

Old persons are sometimes as unwilling to die as tired-out children are to say good night and go to bed.

We learn more about how human brains work. And that leads us to ideas about how to make human brains work better.

I remember telling ghost stories with my cousins when I was four, five, six-years-old. I've just always loved it. But I think you're drawn to things you're terrified of.

It's not the man who pushes himself the hardest... it's the man who pushes himself the hardest after it gets painful.

So the shortest day came, and the year died, / And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world / Came people singing, dancing, / To drive the dark away.

To know things as they are is better than to believe things as they seem.