...One time you take a hundred thousand dollars and let a vampire go, the whole world turns on you like you're some kind of bad guy.

Children see magic because they look for it.

He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

If you think anyone is sane you just don’t know enough about them. The key — and this is very relevant in our case — is to find someone whose insanity dovetails with your own.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

Nobody's perfect... Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.

I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.

If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.

Canada is a myth people made up to entertain children, like the Tooth Fairy. There’s no such place.

So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something?

When life gives you something that makes you feel afraid, that's when life gives you a chance to be brave.

When the U.S. government is serious about doing something that's complicated and difficult, it can do it.

If we say something often enough, we come to believe it. We don't usually delude others until after we have first deluded ourselves.

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

X-Files wasnt a big show in England.

Can we go to work now? Because we're about a minute away from breaking out the ice cream and talking about our feelings, and I don't think we can come back from that.

Success is a very dangerous thing and I think we have to be very careful about when we dictate what success is for somebody else. Because you don't know what it's like.

Divine fires do not blaze each day but an artist functions in their afterglow, hoping for their recurrence.

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.