I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.

If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.

Words are sacred. If you get the right ones in the right order you can nudge the world a little.

It's not the voting that's democracy; it's the counting.

A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.

To be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war. To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Give us this day our daily mask.

Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

No, I thought. No way. I love her too much. I would never do that. And then again, those two words, her voice, exploding inside my head: “Tyler, wait!

But did he know that I'd already forgiven him for having rejected me?

Courage is being scared to death ... and saddling up anyway.

We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.

I believe the term modulation denotes in music the uninterrupted shift from one key to another: I do not know the term for change of rhythm without change of measure.

Yes was without a singer at that point, cause they were doing ABWH, so you had ABWH, and then you had the 90125 band without a singer.

When I saw the president [Barack Obama], I was a little disappointed that, you know, we were under constant attack. We never felt comfortable.

If you Google the word "fluffy," I'm the first thing that pops up. It's me, dogs and rabbits.

Only the brave and adventuresome find God, never the timid.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.