We do what we can. The results are none of our business.

Consumerism is our national religion.

As the medieval mind blamed God for human suffering, so the modern mind blames 'the system' for the industrial blight and plague of technology.

One parody is worth a thousand polemics.

What you say is who you are. How you say it is your style.

Technology evolves so much faster than wisdom.

When I went to school, they told me literature was a rope I must use to climb out of the dark well of unknowing. Writers are the knots on the rope.

Perception is a prism, and reality is like shot silk - depends where the light hits.

Longing is all that lasts.

like any Irish mother, I am scar tissue to the bone.

During the summertime, I really like to dress like a gypsy. I love that whole lifestyle and the whole mixing of fabrics and flowy materials.

Actually, I am a failed anorexic. I have anorexic thinking, but I can't seem to muster the behavoir

What the hell does it all mean? Does 11:11 really mean anything at all? Well, that simply depends on whether you believe life has meaning in the first place.

Knowing what I know of love, I hang back because I don't like to lie to myself.

There's a lot of life on the planet that needs love, wants love, deserves love, in whatever capacity we are able.

Being a good actor isn't easy. Being a man is even harder. I want to be both before I'm done.

Be a gentleman farmer.

Of course it would make far more sense to invest in education and job creation in poor communities of color, rather than spend billions of dollars caging them and monitoring them upon release.

We can know what God is not, but we cannot know what He is.

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy. [Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.