I believe there was a big bang and that because of that we are all connected into infinity, and I know very little having to do with human beings that doesn't also have to do with connection.

...racist thought and action says far more about the person they come from than the person they are directed at.

Adopted. Big Deal; so was Superman

Something about the joy and pain of that moment, something about the excruciating contrast, made me feel that no matter what happens now, my life has been worth it. What a ride.

I think when you’re dying you start looking for important things in the corners. You can’t let anything that seems even semi-important pass, because it passes forever. Things take on meaning.

You put yourself out there in the truest way you can and hope others do the same. You'll connect or you won't, but you did what you could.

I have made a career of creating characters who fight school authority and chomp at the bit to get out into the 'real' world and live their lives, mostly because that's the kind of teenager I was.

I'd rather be a flash than a slowly burning ember.

But the truth doesn't need to be known, or believed, to be true.

Nothing exists without its opposite.

...we can say we love each other if my life is better because you're in it and your life is better because I'm in it.

Whether you lay cold in the ground or warm in an urn the turmoils of life aren't a concern. For some this may be the perfect rhyme except for those you leave behind...

I am afraid to live in the society we live in today. Our society cannot be maintained by this type of incompetency.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it fails, but that's what we face when we're dealing with improvisation.

Music is a reflection of who you are, and if those things that you mentioned are what your music is all about, then I guess that's who you are.

If you do not trust life to unfold, the mind takes over and it becomes a game of strategy, motivated by anxiety. This mistrust is unfair. Life has given us so much, and yet we do not trust it.

What the internet has done is destroy film criticism. I would never have guessed that the profession of film criticism would be going the way of the dodo bird.

As a piece of rope, when burnt, retains its form, but cannot serve to bind, so is the ego which is burnt by the fire of supreme Knowledge.

Now, the essence, the very spirit of Christmas is that we first make believe a thing is so, and lo, it presently turns out to be so.