I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

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.

A thousand words leave not the same deep impression as does a single deed.

Does anyone act more like an overserious senior citizen with time running out on their chance for immortality than someone in their twenties?

That we are surrounded by deep mysteries is known to all but the incurably ignorant.

Coach Landry was a master at maintaining discipline and creating an environment where ordinary people could achieve extra ordinary results.

Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.

It was like a page torn from a history book, from some historical novel about the captivity of babylon or Spanish Inquisition.

Protection is the first necessity of opulence and luxury.

You can assess a culture to a degree by the way they receive movies and how they receive a given celebrity.

A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it gains a certain polish.

I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.