What is a great life if not a youthful idea executed by a man of mature years.

We shall find in our troubled hearts, where discord reigns, two needs which seem at variance, but which merge, as I think, in a common source - the love of the true, and the love of the fabulous.

The true God, the mighty God, is the God of ideas.

Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?

Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?

On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.

Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds

Only silence is great; all else is weakness.

Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.

History is a novel for which the people is the author.

The good news, however, is that, also contrary to popular belief, full and lasting recovery from an eating disorder is possible.

Our life is looking forward or looking back, that's it. Where is the moment?

At times I'd much rather talk about other work.

I kind of wish I'd been to these sci-fi conventions before I was on Heroes just so I could experience it from that side.

The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.

I consider the opportunity to bear witness to the eloquent beauty of Baikida's music a distinct honor. Baikida Carroll is polarized; poised; at a matchless point between lyricism and fire.

You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.

By the unification of architecture, sculpture and painting a new plastic reality will be created.

American farmers, by making the commitment to grow more corn for ethanol, are at the top of the spear on the war against terrorism.

The best compliment I ever had is, one day I was in Nashville, some disc jockey said, Hey, that sounds like a Tom T. Hall song. Up until then there hadn't been any such thing.