In truth, there are no good people. There are only the decisions we make and the circumstances we live in.

Hatred has no place in your heart. Empathy does.

And in the darkness, he found reality.

Foaly: Anyone see you come in here? Holly: The FBI, CIA, NSA, DEA, MI6. Oh, and the EIB. Foaly: The EIB? Holly: (smirking) Everyone in the building.

I can't help thinking that somewhere in the vast universe, there has to be something better than man - Has to be.

His view of the world was simple: there were the able and there were the incompetent

A human being is a real artist and a creative in any field, not a programmed robot in some factory.

When the style is fully formed if it has a sweet undersong we call it beautiful and the writer may do what he likes in words or syntax.

Abraham Lincoln is resolute, honest, has the best interest of the nation at heart, and he's as ugly as homemade Sunday sin, so he is modest, too. I'd vote for that in an undead heartbeat.

I am very busy and don't have a lot of down time, but I write my best songs in those situations. I enjoy my life the most when I have a bunch of things going on at the same time.

A sense of belonging is not physical. We cant find it by changing where we live or what we do. We have to carry it within us

landscape, that vast still life, invites description, not narration. It is lyric. It has no story: it is the beloved, and asks only to be contemplated.

Every madman considers everyone else a madman.