Who wants to read a book when you can blow something up?

Love is forever. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be love. The world is beautiful. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be the world.

Cities are more than the sum of their infrastructure. They transcend brick and mortar, concrete and steel. They're the vessels into which human knowledge is poured.

Our hearts, the war.Her body, the battlefield.

Without trust there's no cooperation. And without cooperation there's no progress. History stops.

Pain is necessary. Pain is life. Without pain there can be no joy.

You're never perfectly safe. No human being on Earth ever is or ever was. To live is to risk your life, your heart, everything.

The world existed for a very long time before this particular set of seven billion billion atoms came along and it will go right on after they're scattered up, down and sideways.

The human brain has a marvelous capacity to screen and sort experience, protecting itself against the unbearable.

To conquer, you must endure not just your own suffering but the suffering of others. Indifference is the ultimate evolutionary achievement, the highest rung on nature's ladder.

The bent but unbroken ones.

Apriority creates ambiguities among ideas.

Every time there's a tragedy, everything goes up.

All weakness tends to corrupt, and impotence corrupts absolutely.

Writing a book I have found to be like building a house. A man forms a plan, and collects materials.

Used throughout a room, orange can become surprisingly neutral, and yet it can be bright and mood-enhancing.

Most films are rooted in a book or a comic strip, but I don't go out there saying I want to do adaptations.

I love being chubby because chicks that smoke pot love me. They think I have food at my house.

I moved to Chicago in 1980 to go to college

The first thing is to learn how to quiet the mind, relax the mind, and bring the awareness to the front so that we are conscious of what we're doing when we're doing it without all the commentary.

Put your hands on your hip, let your back bone slip. Do the Watusi, like my little Lucy.