I can only tell my story, what you believe is up to you.

You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.

Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.

Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.

To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!

We commonly say in the trade that the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.

I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe?

No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.

...there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect, are the writer's own, where the decision must be as individual and solitary as birth or death.

The assumption that the gospel can be reduced to a note card is already off on the wrong track.

I'm interested in the theater because I'm interested in communication with audiences. Otherwise I would be in concert music.

The road to the Super Bowl runs through Pittsburgh, sooner or later you've got to go to Pittsburgh.

The idea is that the content is the interface, the information is the interface, not computer-administrative debris.

I'm the only Red in our family! You know my father, my brother, my brother-in-law, my 14-year-old niece and two of my uncles are all City season ticket holders. So I'm gonna say 5-0 to United!

There are a couple of ways to avoid death, one is to be magnificent.

Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.

It gets boring to me when people talk about clothing brands or what boat they’re going to buy next summer.

If love be treasure, we'll be wondrous rich.