The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.

... anything difficult to say must be shouted from the rooftops.

It is time for dead languages to keep quiet.

Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?

Entrepreneurship is the last refuge of the trouble making individual.

Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.

Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.

I'm fond of human beings, but only one at a time.

I love the love of those who are far enough away, it becomes whatever I wish to believe it.

My queerness is not a vice, is not deliberate, and harms no one.

Lovers should also have their days off.

Deprived is the one who has never witnessed his own desperate need for God. Reliant on his own means, he forgets that the means, his own soul, and everything else in existence are His creation.

I think reading is important for a variety of things. I mean, first of all, it's a way to get information and find out what's going on in the world. But also, it helps your imagination.

Moral revolutions are typically seen retrospectively. Prospectively, the revolutionaries tend to look like crazy people, and sometimes they are.

The best jokes on The Leftovers are the ones that make you feel a little sick to your stomach.

What a thrill. You know you've entered new territory when you realise that your outfit cost more than your film.

Do not fear. Look beyond what's dying to what's being born.

Generally it's not a good idea to wear Banana Republic - type khaki journalist clothes in a war zone. You might look too much like something that's supposed to be shot, such as a journalist.

Tell Aretha I’ll be praying for herBecause she needs Jesus!I love her.

The only thing I want to be satisfied in life is to do one reunion tour with Guns N Roses. I would like to finish what I started with them.

Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back.