If you, Like me, Were made of fur, And sun warmed you, Like me, You'd purr.

You paint the picture of your surroundings. Paint it beautifully.

I will murder you by the billions to give you immortality. I will set fire to your civilization to light your way forward. But know this: My species is not defined by your dying, but by your living.

The only way I was allowed to play was by convincing bands to let me do a few songs while they set up. That went on for years.

break the rules pay the price

I'm pretty good at getting things out of the way, especially paperwork. I hate it sitting about, as it somehow weighs me down.

Everyone praises his heart, none dare praise their understanding.

The art of writing, like the art of love, runs all the way from a kind of routine hard to distinguish from piling bricks to a kind of frenzy closely related to delirium tremens.

We've got to do everything possible to improve policing, to go right at implicit bias.

Here in this blessed land, the foundation, the backbone, the life-centre is religion and religion alone.

He can talk to himself about his dreams, hopes and aspirations. He can convince himself that there is a place for him and an important work for him to do.