What love is not torment when a man knows not how to love himself? Talk not of drowning, but attaining your heart's desire by action: Put money in thy purse.

Children see magic because they look for it.

He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

If you think anyone is sane you just don’t know enough about them. The key — and this is very relevant in our case — is to find someone whose insanity dovetails with your own.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

Nobody's perfect... Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.

I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.

If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.

Canada is a myth people made up to entertain children, like the Tooth Fairy. There’s no such place.

So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something?

Nurture the inside burn, for that is the key to your bliss, Bestow ecstasy to the neighbouring, get drunk in your freedom.Waltz away to life’s symphony, Breathe Free.

How many Lojbanists does it take to change a brokenlight-bulb?” goes the old Lojban joke. “Two: one to decidewhat to change it into and one to decide what kind of bulbemits broken light.

I try to meditate every morning. It relaxes me, clears my mind, and sets my day off on the right foot before things get too manic.

Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

If the poor, for example, because they are more in number, divide among themselves the property of the rich,- is not this unjust? . . this law of confiscation clearly cannot be just.

. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.

As long as we are content to live without revival, we will.

I can sell anything to anyone. That is actually my superpower. I am really good at negotiating and persuading.

I happen to live in reality. The name of my city is Literalville. And it makes a lot of people uncomfortable.

I love flying and kind of just fascinated with it, and to fly something like an F-22 would be a blast.