I'm familiar with that feeling of silence that comes with a very imminent catastrophe, when you know you have absolutely no control over a situation.

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other... maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.

Tomorrow is no place to place your better days.

The world and the universe are far more wonderful if there's not a puppet master.

I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay.

If I go Before I'm old Oh, brother of mine Please don't forget me if I go Bartender, please Fill my glass for me With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free After three days in the ground.

Turns out, not where, but who you're with that really matters.

Because life is short but sweet for certain

The saddest part of the human race is we're obsessed with this idea of 'us and them,' which is really a no-win situation, whether it's racial, cultural, religious or political.

Satellite in my eyes Like a diamond in the sky How I wonder Satellite strung from the moon And the world your balloon Peeping Tom for the mother station

Goodnight moon. Sweet dreams. Smile kindly upon this little blue gum ball of us while we sleep.

Silently sit on the beach, close your eyes, now see the flowing blue sky, feel the dance of waves, and hear the whispering love song of the southern breeze.

Hunter-gathers, by nature, store information for use, understanding that there may be a time when information is scarce.

Fair and unfair are among the most influential words in English and must be delicately used.

Full service brokers, in this day and age of low cost mutual funds and discount brokers, are really nothing more than machines for ripping off retail investors.

Well, even to this day, if I smell a Big Mac, I'm like Pavlov's dog. My mouth starts watering immediately, like, 'Man, that is so good,' but I can't take a bite of it.

When one questions [Dalai Lama's] political actions, it is worth remembering that he's the single most experienced politician on the planet at this moment.

What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

Love, it seems to me, is that condition in which one is most contentedly oneself.

All of us have our individual curses, something that we are uncomfortable with and something that we have to deal with, like me making horror films, perhaps.