We are the only instrument for understanding the universe. We have to ground it in human beings.

If you're good at something, never do it for free.

The secret to all drama, film, TV, or books - the thing that people respond to most, and the thing I find myself as a viewer feeling most interested in, is the idea of change.

We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down, and worry about our place in the dirt.

We live in a moment in history in which our privacy may not be important.

Time is an absurdity. An abstraction. The only thing that matters is this moment.

Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.

Every man is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.

I was struck by - Einstein's a fascinating figure who didn't have any instruments that he used, he didn't use telescopes, he used his mind to try to understand the universe.

Time eventually convinces most of us that forgiveness is a virtue. Conveniently, cowardice and forgiveness look identical at a certain distance.

Mankind's expectations have to be greater than ourselves and that the further out there we go, the more we find out that it's about you and me.

We real cool. WeLeft school. WeLurk late. WeStrike straight. WeSing sin. WeThin gin. WeJazz June. WeDie soon.

Good general differ from bad generals only in the degree to which they resist the psychopathology of the very organization they serve. Norman Dixon

Today you have added another candle of knowledge and wisdom to your life. May it give you the power to enlighten the whole world. On your birthday, I wish you joy and happiness.

The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances."— Aristotle

Me personally, I just wanted to do that to capture These Days.With DAY-lyt.

Stop measuring days by degree of productivity and start experiencing them by degree of presence.

For instance, I'm always fascinated to see whether, given the kind of fairly known and established form called popular music, whether there is some magic combination that nobody has hit upon before.

All instruments sound fantastic in a church.

I got a pain in my chest, and I can't breathe

I cannot forget my mother, She is my bridge.