A person dies every second, but there’s also a six year old somewhere, every second, trying to move an apple with his mind.

There really is no time for wallowing in the miseries of life: we don’t have all the time in the world, we have all the world, and not enough time.

Lies are ants, the truth is the sun, and questions are a magnifying glass waiting to be picked up by the curious.

At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.

All the best bits of a film happen when I'm looking down at my phone. Life, is similar.

Anything you want to do is possible; fear is not meant to prevent but to motivate your heart into the life you naturally think is improbable.

Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.

Realize that everything connects to everything else.

Men weren’t really the enemy — they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill.

I call my it "the Book of Paula" or BoP for short. Those are my own opinions, based on experience.

You don't want to make a steady diet of just lettuce. You don't want to make a steady diet of fried chicken.

The widespread adoption of broadband and the continued advances in personal computing technology are finally making it possible for the collective creation of an online world on a realistic scale.

I wish you the best that can be hoped for, and no worse than can be expected.

I refuse to do anything that would help Republicans win a Senate seat in New York, and give the Senate majority to the Republicans.

Everybody’s got rights. A man tied to a bed got rights. A man down in a dungeon got rights. A little screaming baby got rights. Yeah, you got rights. What you don’t got is power.

It's fascinating how much of our sense of attractiveness and feminine identity is bound up in our hair.

In high school my mother advised me to make my last lines into titles. It was very good advice.