If you have an opinion on what other adults do consensually with other adults when they take their pants off, you're a weirdo.

Running is special. We've all done it: well, poorly, focused, in fear, being pursued, toward a goal. It's just elemental. Running is like fire.

Cats probably wouldn't need 9 lives if they wore tiny little helmets and didn't smoke cigarettes.

It's probably not love if you don't press your face to the toilet seat after they've used it to feel their warmth.

I can't 'make' you love me. But I can fill my pantry with your favourite snacks and offer you a weekly stipend of $75.

I think your ambition for something changes as you go.

It's hard for me to get embarrassed, but the things that do embarrass me would be if anybody ever heard my wife and I talking in our robust, made-up language.

On stage, I'm me. I'm a husband, I'm a dad, I'm a guy, I'm a mess - but I am a cohesive thing that you recognize as one human entity saying these things that he generally believes.

It's a good idea to have a break, to let your mind rest and so you can start to cultivate ideas.

It makes me sad that corporations and media and Hollywood conspire to make people feel terrible about their bodies from the second they wake up ,so I sort of try to subversively undercut that.

I no longer believe in freedom of speech.

I am afraid that the schools will prove the very gates of hell, unless they diligently labor in explaining the Holy Scriptures and engraving them in the heart of the youth.

Never run from the enemy, tackle them

even there a shining is flowing from all the stonesthough the eyes are not yet made that can see it

Only idiots get bored when we've all got handheld devices containing infinite knowledge at our fingertips.

A drop of rain can revive the earth, be the drop

What I am is how I came out. No one's perfect and you just have to accept your flaws and learn to love yourself.

It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.

Almost everybody embraces life.

Get back on that bike.

And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy.