The hardest choices are made not once, but every turn.

[W]ithout the League, you'd be nothing.

Is there innocence in ignorance? And if there is, do we tolerate other for their innocence's sake?

I froze, shocked. (And don't try to claim that you did anything different the first time a government bureaucrat pulled a gun on you.)

As we grow older we are apt to forget that the despair of the young is even more gigantic and immediately overwhelming than their hopefulness: we never again face such towering blank walls of misery.

As a man, if you're married, your happiness is with her happiness. If she's unhappy, everything's messed up. It's a woman's world for sure.

White, black and yellow men - they all cry salt tears.

Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims.

Writing directly from a feeling of anger or sadness is difficult, but if you distract part of your brain with word games, the ignored emotion often tiptoes in.

I love looking out at 27 semis and being like, every single one of those semi trucks is there to put together my stage.

If every decision would reflect our feelings as well as our reason, the world would be a better place to live.