Our economy is a plantation run for the aristocrats - the CEOs, hedge funds, private equity firms - while the field hands are left with the scraps.

Hyperbole was to Lyndon Johnson what oxygen is to life.

Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous.

Freedom begins the moment you realize someone else has been writing your story and it's time you took the pen from his hand and started writing it yourself.

As a student I learned from wonderful teachers and ever since then I've thought everyone is a teacher.

Charity provides crumbs from the table; justice offers a place at the table.

America's corporate and political elites now form a regime of their own and they're privatizing democracy. All the benefits - the tax cuts, policies and rewards flow in one direction: up.

Secrecy is the freedom tyrants dream of.

In marriage, everyday you love,and everyday you forgive.It is an ongoing sacrament, love and forgiveness

I'll believe corporations are people when Texas executes one

Democracy doesn't begin at the top; it begins at the bottom, when flesh-and-blood human beings fight to rekindle what Arlo Guthrie calls 'The Patriot's Dream.

There is a weird power in a spoken word.

I don't dream football. I dream the American Dream - two cars in a garage, be a happy father.

If nothing is at risk, nothing is established.

By visualizing information, we turn it into a landscape that you can explore with your eyes, a sort of information map. And when you’re lost in information, an information map is kind of useful.

The photograph is always more interesting than what the photograph is of.

My life has been happy because I have had wonderful friends and plenty of interesting work to do.

I always worry that I'm a dilettante: I know something about lots of things but don't have exhaustive knowledge of much.

There is a great deal of trouble in this world which is not caused by people keeping their mouths shut.

I haven't seen a bear in person. I've seen deer. I have lots of woodchucks on my property. And bluebirds. Foxes.

The only enemy of art is taste.