And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Oh how I hate people!

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.

Why break the heart that never beat from love?

From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...

How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..."It's quite comfortable, sir...I think, sir, thank yo

I want to thank you, Lord, for life and all that's in it. Thank you for the day and for the hour, and the minute.

Inside the human mind, an idea is a mental spark that occurs as a response to the challenge of a train of thought.

If you put your cameras down you might be able to live in the moment. You have a memory there of something you've never lived.

We have to stop optimizing for programmers and start optimizing for users.

In war, bullets; in love, deceptions kill us.

Notes, usually to be musical, have to move in or out. They don't sound like clarinets!

Don't be afraid to change the model.

I'd like to record somewhere really different. Rent a really big house and get a mobile in and set up in the dining room. Maybe New England; it'd be nice in September or October.

There is nothing stronger than human prejudice.

I like having deadlines... a film release date or a concert premiere date. It channels one's energy into doing often remarkable work that oceans of extra time would probably not improve upon.