Some men drink the blood of other men, all I drink is wine.

When the uncertain future becomes the past, the past in turn becomes uncertain.

And with a last stardrop, a last circle, I arrive, and she's there, chemical wonder in her eyes.

Some things are too good. They make everything else worthless.

There's a reason prophets perform miracles: language lacks the power to describe faith. And you have to land on faith before you can even begin to hike around to its flip side, betrayal.

I have this thing about friends and secrets. Sometimes when I meet a person I like, I tell them a secret they don't know me well enough to be told. It lets me judge their potential as a friend.

Language lacks the power to describe Faith.

Children are excellent judges of character, you know

When the uncertain future becomes the past, the past in turn becomes uncertain

I'm interested in things women do that aren't spoken about. Manto's stories let me breathe. They make me feel like less of a monster.

Pride tells me to give it back, but common sense tells pride to shut up, have a joint and relax. I shrug and put the note into my wallet.

The beautiful affair of sun, sky and the sea brings a perfect moment of love, peace and joy

but even if true belief about matters of importance is of intrinsic value, it does not follow that the value of truth should always trump every other value with which it might compete.

Misfortune does not help us to believe.

The biggest challenge for me was Get Rhythm. I don't know why.

If a team is to reach its potential, each player must be willing to subordinate his personal goals to the good of the team.

They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes

At Vatican Council II, one dissenting Roman Catholic theologian declared: "Yes, the Bible says "Be fruitful and multiply," but that was when the population was two per square world.

I don't think a party can aspire to be the majority party if it's the old white guy party.

If you want to penetrate into the heart of physics, then let yourself be initiated into the mysteries of poetry.

Writing is the beast unto itself.