(on being born on Christmas Day, 1924) I was a Christmas present that was delivered unwrapped.

Every Superstate has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and the truth is a menace.

We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think.

There is nothing in the dark that isn't there when the lights are on.

In almost everything I've written there is a thread of this: man's seemingly palpable need to dislike someone other than himself.

Any state, any entity, any ideology that fails to recognize the worth, the dignity, the rights of Man, that state is obsolete.

Being like everybody is the same as being nobody.

I found that it was all right to have Martians saying things Democrats and Republicans could never say.

It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.

for civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized.

Coming up with ideas is the easiest thing on earth. Putting them down is the hardest.

To become successful, do the little extra things that ordinary people refuse to do. The little extra hard work, little extra practice, little extra studying and the little extra positive attitude.

People forget that there's two sides to every story. Of course somebody is going to tell the side of it that makes them look good and exaggerate the rest to make everyone else look bad.

The man who suspects his own tediousness has yet to be born.

His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.

People used to think of vocal music as boring choir stuff, once you figured out that you can do crazy beat-boxing, awesome bass lines (and) throw everything together, you just have really cool music.

I believe that since Roe v. Wade has been the law for 20 years we should sustain and support it.

Witnessing is the essence of being a documentary filmmaker. Capturing moments in time; never knowing how history will judge them.

Yet, behind the night, Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar, Some white tremendous daybreak.

I keep my eyes and heart bent toward Jesus, therefore no human response can distract me from the Kingdom agenda.

Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.