I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.

Every great work of art ... is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life.

I see people who talk about America, and then undermine it by not paying attention to its soul, to its poetry. I see polarization, reductionism and superficiality.

Once we know of atrocities we cannot remain silent, and knowledge inevitably leads to an urge to protect the innocent.

That, of course, is what great works of imagination do for us: They make us a little restless, destabilize us, question our preconceived notions and formulas.

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.

You need imagination in order to imagine a future that doesn't exist.

It is amazing how, when all possibilities seem to be taken away from you, the minutest opening can become a great freedom.

The negative side of the American Dream comes when people pursue success at any cost, which in turn destroys the vision and the dream.

I eat my heart out alone.

When I walked down the streets, I asked myself, are these my people?, is this my hometown, am I who I am?

We go from curiosity to a search for communion.

When you pick up the cross of unpopularity, wherever you may be, you will find God’s grace is there, more than sufficient to meet your every need.

Imagination is vastly more important than intelligence.

If sitcoms were easy to write, there'd be a lot of good ones, and there aren't.

I actually love talking about taking pictures, and I think that helps everyone.

Every child deserves a home and love. Period.

So I spend a lot of time at the library. That doesn't mean I'm a massive nerd!

You can say anything, anything, if it is beautifully said.

A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun.

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.