I basically only read books that are over 2,000 years old.

Being that can be understood is language.

Nothing exists except through language.

The essence of the question is the opening up, and keeping open, of possibilities.

It is the tyranny of hidden prejudices that makes us deaf to what speaks to us in tradition.

The focus of subjectivity is a distorting mirror.

Long before we understand ourselves through the process of self-examination, we understand ourselves in a self-evident way in the family, society and state in which we live.

History does not belong to us; we belong to it.

All cities we have visited are precincts in this metropolis of the mind.

For both art and the historical sciences are ways of experiencing in which our own understanding of existence is immediately brought into play.

The process of translating comprises in its essence the whole secret of human understanding of the world and of social communication.

We'll build new ties of trade and of commerce, culture and education that unleash the potential of the Iraqi people.

No matter what else happens, this is the century in which we must learn to live without fossil fuel.

You want this so badly—this second chance, this chance at real redemption—that you can’t see the truth.

His blood is black and boiling hot, he gurgles ghastly groans. He'll cook you in his dinner pot, your skin, your flesh, your bones.

Ordinary readers, forgive my paradoxes: one must make them when one reflects; and whatever you may say, I prefer being a man with paradoxes than a man with prejudices.

As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all we must dare to fail.

The idea of The Boy Vs. The Cynic is the tension between the wide-eyed optimism in youthfulness where you think nothing can go wrong, "I've got the world ahead of me. I'm gonna be a go-getter.

Faith does not imply a closed, but an open mind. Quite the opposite of blindness, faith appreciates the vast spiritual realities that materialists overlook by getting trapped in the purely physical.

I couch-surfed for years. But I always wanted to live in Baltimore; I still do. If I had to choose, it would always be Baltimore.

No, I happen to be one of those people whose memory shuts down under pressure. The answers would come to me in the middle of the night in my sleep! Besides, I am a millionaire.