Spite is our unjust reaction to the exposure of our incapability's.

Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.

The best thing we could have done for Afghanistan was to get out of our Humvees and drink more green chai. We should have focused less on finding the enemy, and more on finding our friends.

Do you imagine that a city can continue to exist and not be turned upside down, if the legal judgments which are pronounced in it have no force but are nullified and destroyed by private persons?

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

My library is filled with UN condemnations.

I chased every band around the world. Frank Zappa and The Mothers Of Invention, you name it. I could just go on and on. It was my hobby, my pastime, and my obsession for several years.

If you live life, then you become what are.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?

Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.

At the same time, there's something magnificent about volcanoes; they created the atmosphere that we need for breathing.