I write compulsively. I've got so many ideas, and I love to do it so much, I can't not do it. I write the way some people do drugs.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

For you to be great, you must live a life of self-consciousness all the time.

True valor, on virtue founded strong, meets all events alike.

Writers, especially when they act in a body and with one direction, have great influence on the public mind.

A man often imagines that he acts, when he is acted upon.

The whole creation is so tenderly balanced - this manifests the mastery of the Creator.

If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, and a sign on it saying, "End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE TO NOT TOUCH," the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.

Since suffering confers no rights on its victims, we who witness are the ones responsible for restoring these lost rights.

Baby, we have no choice of what color we're born or who our parents are or whether we're rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we're here.

We live in a society which salves its conscience more by helping the interestingly unfortunate than the dull deserving.

At first there was nothingthen nothing turned itself inside-out and became something