There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those who are controlled by the past.

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

Sometimes you got to hurt something to help something. Sometimes you have to plow under one thing in order for something else to grow.

I have no more to say except this: We must live with our own conscience.

Question everything. Every stripe, every star, every word spoken. Everything.

I want you to show them the difference between what they think you are and what you can be.

I write to try to find out who I am. One of my main themes is manliness. I think I'm trying to figure out what manliness really is.

Words mean nothing. Action is the only thing. Doing. That's the only thing.

Without love for my fellow man and respect for nature, to me, life is an obscenity.

Nietzsche said without music, life would be a mistake. To me, without books, life would be a mistake.

The Six Golden Rules of Writing: Read, read, read, and write, write, write.

Education is the best fertilizer for the mind.

The best way to teach a child is live an exemplary life.

Such is hope, heaven's own gift to struggling mortals, pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things both good and bad.

I'm sure I could fall in love with a Democrat as easily as a Republican. Some things transcend politics.

Librarians understand about power - they know how to find anything.

I definitely learned to embrace the quiet moments onstage from Garry Shandling - relaxing and not fighting with the crowd, not raising your voice, not ever trying to win them over.

This is an issue that has an exceedingly high number of threads in it. It involves race, it involves culture, it involves crime, it involves justice.

Many times in my life I've been upset about something and said to myself, "Will this matter in two years?" Not even in two months.

We didn’t admit it at the time, but practically the Whole New Deal was extrapolated from programs that Hoover started.

Ours are the arms with which God hugs and holds her children.