I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

It is the oldest ironies that are still the most satisfying: man, when preparing for bloody war, will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.

It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.

Perhaps he knew, there in the grass by the waters, that he had before him an immense journey.

Things don't turn up in this world until somebody turns them up.

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art it is the part the schools cannot recognize.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

Sociologically, large groups of people don't generally have massive changes in their belief instantaneously.

Be motivated like the falcon, hunt gloriously. Be magnificent as the leopard, fight to win. Spend less time with nightingales and peacocks. One is all talk, the other only color.

We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we have stopped saying 'It got lost,' and say, 'I lost it.'

We want someone to bring us the news.