Life is just a plain bloody mess, that's all. And people are fools.

Love is the only energy I’ve ever used as a writer. I’ve never written out of anger, although anger has informed love.

You can't answer violence with counter violence ... The answer is love. The best sabotage is love.

As fascinated as I was by words on paper, it was matched by my fascination with words in people's mouths. The spoken word. And that is the world of theatre.

To know nothing about yourself is to be constantly in danger of nothingness, those voids of non-being over which a man walks the tightrope of his life.

If the nature of human experience changes with the color of a man's skin, then the racists have been right all along.

For you in the West to hear the phrase 'All men are created equal' is to draw a yawn. For us, it's a miracle. We're starting out at rock bottom, man. But South Africa does have soul.

Without white South Africa realizing what it had done - and on the basis of that realization having the courage to ask for forgiveness - there can really be no significant movement.

We compound our suffering by victimizing each other.

Every boy needs a role model that he can be proud of and talk about to the other kids in the playground.

I've always sensed for myself an obligation to bear witness to my time.

What's the world's greatest lie?... It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate.

When life gets dark, that's when stars appear among us. Shine bright, beautiful ones. Throw light from your burning hearts.

He considered it a shame when people couldn't grasp the infinite-a failure not just of imagination but of simple vision.

Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.

I don't know why people question the academic training of an athlete. Fifty percent of the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their classes.

The genius of you Americans is that you never make clear-cut stupid moves, only complicated stupid moves which make the rest of us wonder at the possibility that we might be missing something.

That's what happens when you keep a secret from someone you love: you start to hate them for allowing you to prove your own willingness to deceive them.

Never worry about bad press. All that matters is if they spell your name right.

Addictions do come in handy sometimes: at least you have to get out of bed for them.

Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.