All confessions are Odysseys.

Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

There have been only rare moments in history where individual histories were able to run their course without wars or revolutions.

Religions tend to disappear with man's good fortune.

Man's usual routine is to work and to dream and work and dream.

The Odyssey is the story of someone who, in the course of diverse experiences, acquires a personality or affirms and recovers his personality.

The Iliad is the private lives of people thrown into disorder by history.

To have one's own story told by a third party who doesn't know that the character in question is himself the hero of the story being told, that's a technical refinement.

When Ulysses hears his own story sung by an epic poet and then he reveals his identity and the poet wants to continue singing, Ulysses isn't interested any longer. That's very astonishing.

A very great Iliad... concerns the creation of a nation.

It is the creator of fiction's point of view; it is the character who interests him. Sometimes he wants to convince the reader that the story he is telling is as interesting as universal history.

Some people would rather live in a hell they've got used to than in a paradise they've never experienced before.

The true meaning and purpose of life is to give some meaning and purpose to your life.

Presumption should never make us neglect that which appears easy to us, nor despair make us lose courage at the sight of difficulties.

My first name was inspired by the character of Aslan, the lion in C.S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia.

The hon. gentleman had better spare his interrogations if they are as senseless as that one.

We have the resources the world needs. We can build a path for them to get there. That's that delicate balance that we find.

In 2008, Obama won 56 percent of the women's vote to John McCain's 43 percent. It was the critical difference in the race.

Why must we fight for the right to live, over and over, each time the sun rises?

Born of Black and White, Eaten with worms, I'm a Saint, a Sinner, a Siren of the Word, The Circle knows me, the rest just wanna trip on Grace Juice, Baby Showdown at midnight

The patient must minister to himself