If you're writing about angry people, you use the language of anger. If you're writing about desperate people, you use the language of desperation.

...racist thought and action says far more about the person they come from than the person they are directed at.

Adopted. Big Deal; so was Superman

Something about the joy and pain of that moment, something about the excruciating contrast, made me feel that no matter what happens now, my life has been worth it. What a ride.

I think when you’re dying you start looking for important things in the corners. You can’t let anything that seems even semi-important pass, because it passes forever. Things take on meaning.

You put yourself out there in the truest way you can and hope others do the same. You'll connect or you won't, but you did what you could.

I believe there was a big bang and that because of that we are all connected into infinity, and I know very little having to do with human beings that doesn't also have to do with connection.

I have made a career of creating characters who fight school authority and chomp at the bit to get out into the 'real' world and live their lives, mostly because that's the kind of teenager I was.

I'd rather be a flash than a slowly burning ember.

But the truth doesn't need to be known, or believed, to be true.

Nothing exists without its opposite.

I'm always amazed that people will stand around books for hours and only look at the spine. I think I should write a book called "the power of having a spine" - #metaphor

You don't necessarily need atomic bombs to destroy a nation. Politicians who value their pockets than the life of citizens always do that every day.

All real living is meeting.

Marriage should be about fun. It's about friendship, and laughter, and trust, and fun.

You can't have something without nothing.

Things should be judged by distance traveled rather than by current position.

Human beings are millions of things in one day.

Sometimes I think the playing field is certainly not even. You know, it's just not.

I like that kind of thing. I like warmth and uncalled-for kindness, the small unnoticed generosities that speckle the meanness of the world.

Yes, and for the record, he thinks you’re insane, too. (Otto) Oh, goodie. But I guess that’s only fair since I think he’s psychotic. (Susan)