Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.

For everything sacred has the substance of dreams and memories, and so we experience the miracle of what is separated from us by time or distance suddenly being made tangible.

Just now I had a dream. I'll see you again. I know it. Beneath the falls.

I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like every one else.

One of the most surprising forms of nonverbal communication is the way we automatically adjust the amount of time we spend looking into another's eyes as a function of our relative social position.

I think outsiders sometimes produce the best fictional perspectives on reality because they're set apart from it, so they have a unique view from the border.

When it comes to the military, we have no choice. We cannot have a depleted military.

We gotta stop smokin', stop, stop. I mean cigarette smoking.

Throwing out the first pitch at the Cubs game and having 40,000 people give me a standing ovation was probably one of the highlights of my life. You could see what a great sports town Chicago is.

There are two worlds: the world where nothing is sacred except money, an the other world, where everything is sacred.

Perfect can't possibly be the goal, we're left with generous, important and human instead.

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.

I just don't write musically, but lyrically, yeah I write.