You can like an immoral character because she’s interesting, not because you want to have her over for dinner.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.

Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

Something bad was about to happen. My wife was being clever again.

Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?

We will have a happy marriage if it kills him.

People are chasing cash, not happiness. When you chase money, you're going to lose. You're just going to. Even if you get the money, you're not going to be happy.

You can't divorce yourself from your own life experiences.

Big business never pays a nickel in taxes, according to Ralph Nader, who represents a big consumer organization that never pays a nickel in taxes.

All the happiness and fulfillment that humans yearn for exists in the present moment.

Our beliefs are not just estimates of probabilities. They are also the instruments that guide our actions.

For me from a pretty young age up until about 21 years old hallucinogenics had a huge place in my life.

For one gains by losing And loses by gaining.

I'm taking T.O., every day... He gives me the whole football field.

I think that the days when newspaper barons could basically click their fingers and governments would snap to attention have gone.

What prompted me to make these pictures [of bomb-cratered roads] was the impression that the ground was ripped by the shock, that it was swallowing itself.