The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

She prayed for that all through the night, uncertain to Whom or what, but with a feeling that almost resembled faith.

That is a risk. Risk/reward, life's chances. There's always that part of it.

I'm just going about my business. Am I going to bend over backwards to assure everybody that I'm a good guy? No, I'm not going to do it.

Father made the most popular cars in the world; I want to make the best.

Court, in our society, is often the last resort of stubbornness.

Enlightenment is a lot like dying. You might wonder why there aren't more enlightened people. It is because they are afraid to die.

To be a good diarist, one must have a snouty, sneaky mind.

But monotony doesn't make for painlessness.

I believe that cunning is not only morally wrong but also politically expedient, and have therefore always discountenanced its use even from the practical standpoint.

When you grow up, you're told that rock 'n' roll is the only authentic way to express yourself. Live instrumentation, singer, live drums. You're told that's the best medium to communicate.