I like the sound of people's voices, and I think what a man says can very well tell what he's thinking, whether he's lying or not.

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

Sometimes you got to hurt something to help something. Sometimes you have to plow under one thing in order for something else to grow.

I have no more to say except this: We must live with our own conscience.

Question everything. Every stripe, every star, every word spoken. Everything.

I want you to show them the difference between what they think you are and what you can be.

I write to try to find out who I am. One of my main themes is manliness. I think I'm trying to figure out what manliness really is.

Words mean nothing. Action is the only thing. Doing. That's the only thing.

Without love for my fellow man and respect for nature, to me, life is an obscenity.

Nietzsche said without music, life would be a mistake. To me, without books, life would be a mistake.

The Six Golden Rules of Writing: Read, read, read, and write, write, write.

Never ever regret anything in life that made you smile in your past

Everywhere where detestable Islam has not yet driven out the ancient, profound religions of humanity with fire and sword, my ascetic results would have to fear the reproach of being trivial

Hate is a useless emotion.

When I have the beard on I have people behind me in traffic honking their horn. I'm thinking "how in the world?" But it's the beard - it's kind of the stand out thing.

It's been the work that has carried me and I never wanted to rest on my laurels or go back and do what I done before.

Life is not accountable to us. We are accountable to life.

Seek to know the power that is within you.

Americans cannot maintain their essential faith in government if there are two Americas, in which the private sector's work subsidizes the disproportionate benefits of this new public sector elite.

Fate is like a secret friend that helps push you on into life.

My sense of view became tactile not colourful, immediate not distant. Something within arms' reach