The artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and he does it without destroying something else.

We are most alive when we're in love.

Life is a nacho. It can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky. It just depends on how long it takes for you to start eating it.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

You cannot help but learn more as take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is and old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it.

A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I’ll hear you…

Birds are the eyes of heaven, and flies are the spies of hell.

Woman was God's second mistake.

I'm a free market person, a free trader. But if we had a market in California, there would be competition.

My mother's a secretary; my father's an electrician in a mining company.

Success is overrated.

It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.

Sometimes we are so busy being the hammer or the anvil, that we forget who really needs the shaping.

My girlfriend does her nails with white-out. When she's asleep, I go over there and write misspelled words on them.

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.