The chief al Qaeda recruiting tool is the net.

Tide goes in, tide goes out. Never a miscommunication. You can't explain that. You can't explain why the tide goes in.

There is a point where political correctness becomes an acid that erodes freedom.

We live in an age where truth really doesn't matter anymore.

Yeah, I'm obnoxious, yeah, I cut people off, yeah, I'm rude. You know why? Because you're busy.

And guys, if you exploit a girl, it will come back to get you. That's called 'karma.'

Get punctual, bring energy and creativity to your work, and stay with a project until it's completed (and then double-check the results). These habits will make you indispensable.

We are all born with a grab bag of gifts and gaps. Identify your true talents, then find out how to use them to make money.

I don't care about the Constitution! The Constitution isn't here; you're here. Don't be a pinhead.

The more laws that governments pass, the less individual freedom there is. Any student of history will tell you that. Totalitarian countries ban pretty much everything.

Your mom was right when she told you never to discuss politics and religion because emotions run so high in those arenas. Especially religion.

That was the sorrow of it. He saw the light but never expected the darkness.

The lack of financial strength to avail healthcare is a major challenge.

I have learnt to appreciate the clarity of English language.

Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.

Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?

The end of a wedding reception is always so depressing. And only the bride and groom are spared, jetting off into the sunset while the rest of us wake up the next morning to just another day.

How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.

The thing is, unfortunately, I write the best songs when I'm miserable.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see