I called the desert into a storm.

I put a knife in your hand and your first instinct was to stab me.""You tried to stab me first, " I objected without thinking.

I hated the quiet. I could hear my fears that much louder for it.

I seemed to still be alive. Which was unexpected. I'd feel good about it when I stopped retching my insides up.

It was a bad idea to play chicken with someone who'd known you your whole life. Nobody came out a winner.

I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.

Freedom, if it emerges like magic from consciousness (like the conjuring of consciousness itself!) seems best recognized in the choices made for love.

You can never hope to become a skilled conversationalist until you learn how to put your foot tactfully through the television set.

When taxidermy is done well it's an amazing piece of art.

I'm tired of love I'm still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time.

Emphasis should be laid on the evolution of humanity.

The extra curricular activity in which I was most engaged - debating - helped shape my interests in public policy.

Our people still need support. Support us through writing your government officials. We are still on the verge of extinction, with continued injustices brought against us.

I'm going to do an adaptation of the Italian film, Bread and Tulips. I really like that film.

I actually enjoy Instagram. I enjoy seeing what people who I have some connection to are doing around the globe.

Use unlikely materials. Who would choose Pnin as hero, but how did we live before Pnin?