But the God I don't believe in is a good God, a just God, a merciful God. He's not the mean and stupid God you make him out to be.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

where are the snowdens of yesteryear?

When I grow up I want to be a little boy.

Every writer I know has trouble writing.

The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.

[They] agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

Peace on earth would mean the end of civilization as we know it.

You know, that might be the answer - to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That's a trick that never seems to fail.

He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

But how can one be warm alone?

What good the eyes without anything behind them ? (A quoi bon les yeux - Sans rien derrière eux ?)

If we could all love each and every person that crosses our path a little bit more, we could attain inner peace with the knowledge that many people on this planet would be hurting a whole lot less.

A lingering grain of inefficacy capitulates to the arrogance of authority.

When I was a boy, unconsciously, spontaneously I learned the art of telling ironic stories.

Other than the fact that I like a country house, I can't think of anything I'd want to spend my money on.

India cannot sit on the fence anymore. It may have to make a choice. Either way it is going face problems.

We don’t have to be superstars or win championships…. All we have to do is learn to rise to every occasion, give our best effort, and make those around us better as we do it.

One of the reasons we eat fast food is that we don't have to cook fast food. We are out-sourcing cooking to corporations, they tend to cook with far too much salt, fat, and sugar.

Anything you dream is fiction, and anything you accomplish is science, the whole history of mankind is nothing but science fiction.

Stanley Cup winners don’t hand back the Stanley Cup.