The bent but unbroken ones.

Love is forever. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be love. The world is beautiful. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be the world.

Cities are more than the sum of their infrastructure. They transcend brick and mortar, concrete and steel. They're the vessels into which human knowledge is poured.

Our hearts, the war.Her body, the battlefield.

Who wants to read a book when you can blow something up?

Without trust there's no cooperation. And without cooperation there's no progress. History stops.

Pain is necessary. Pain is life. Without pain there can be no joy.

You're never perfectly safe. No human being on Earth ever is or ever was. To live is to risk your life, your heart, everything.

The world existed for a very long time before this particular set of seven billion billion atoms came along and it will go right on after they're scattered up, down and sideways.

The human brain has a marvelous capacity to screen and sort experience, protecting itself against the unbearable.

To conquer, you must endure not just your own suffering but the suffering of others. Indifference is the ultimate evolutionary achievement, the highest rung on nature's ladder.

The IRA have nowhere to go. I've stripped away all their excuses, one by one.

for the poor the whole world is a self-constituted critic; your smallest action is open to debate. No secret place of your soul is safe from invasion.

I'd love to fly. I think that'd be cool.

We have a high moral responsibility to be rational

A mechanic is just an engineer in blue jeans.

Hell is the backdrop that reveals the profound and unbelievable grace of the cross. It brings to light the enormity of our sin and therefore portrays the undeserved favor of God in full color.

Oh, get out of the way, Percy,” said Fred. “Harry’s in a hurry.” “Yeah, he’s off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,” said George, chortling.

Some singers want the audience to love them. I love the audience.

Sometimes in a defeat, you can set the stage for future victory. I wanted them to feel good about what they had accomplished. Not to like losing, but to like the success that they had.

The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between.