The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

I want to stand on the belief that great things are the product of ordinary people who are made great when they stand.

As I got older and more educated about things like chemicals in food and how beef is processed, I simply stopped eating certain things because it felt like the right thing to do.

In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment.

Dreams are not what you see in your sleep, dreams are things which do not let you sleep.

Certainly I've never tried to imagine what the future will hold. It's a hopeless endeavor to try to do such a thing.

The Paris peace talks kept a roof over my head and food on the table and clothes on my back because if something was said going in or coming out, I had the rent for the month.

Sometimes you can't know until you know.

I was gravely warned by some of my female acquaintances that no woman could expect to be regarded as a lady after she had written a book.

A new calling can beckon us away from comfortable routine and from competencies already acquired.

Birth and ancestry, and that which we have not ourselves achieved, we can scarcely call our own.