There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Time's the thief of memory

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

Don't make homes out of hollow hero's that don't know how to save themselves.

One Sided Love is nothing but we can say its a one way hurt to yourself in any little moment while you see her

The rewards in business go to the man who does something with an idea.

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.

My first option is not to run. I am not a runner. I'm a quarterback.

Art for art's sake is dead, if it ever lived.

I've got lots of weird illustrations of me from Japanese fans.

We have a moral responsibility to protect the earth and ensure that our children and grandchildren have a healthy and sustainable environment in which to live.

At home it's all Batman and Star Wars and they do gang up on me. Sometimes I don't want to dress up as Darth Vader or play train sets, so I'll go out for a drink with the girls.

Hey man, can you talk to dolphins and pilot whales with that huge forehead of yours?