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

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.

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.

Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.

I do not know where to go, but I have been on the road.

Without love, life was nothing but endless tasks and battles.

Ask your wife for forgiveness, even when you’re right.

I think a new world will arise out of the religious mists when we approach our Bible with the idea that it is not only a book which was once spoken, but a book which is now speaking.

Any one detail, followed through to its source, will usually reveal the general state of readiness of the whole organization.

Society is defined not only by what it creates, but by what it refuses to destroy.

It is absurd if something that is fundamental for humanity and for its survival should in itself be defined as submission. That would mean that society can't carry on without the submission of women.

For me, the '80s were like the drawing by Botticelli of the nine rings of hell.

I'd rather live precariously in my own office than comfortably in somebody else's.

I do love My country's good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, then mine own life, My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase, And treasure of my loins.