I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose.

I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I’d had enough of trying to ignore them.

But there were worse things than disappointment, and I'd lived through several of them already.

I disliked numbers, and they didn't think much of me either.

What would happen if you stopped fighting, and gave yourself permission to feel? Not just the good things, but everything?

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

A lot of movies about artificial intelligence envision that AI's will be very intelligent but missing some key emotional qualities of humans and therefore turn out to be very dangerous.

I just staunchly bought one frame during a two-for-one frame sale and barely left the store alive.

It is easier to die for a cause than to live for it.

A kind of synthesis, but with some elements that perhaps you wouldn't have expected in advance. I always like that when that happens, when something comes that is more than the sum of the parts.

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

Faith is difficult to conquer and requires daily battles if it is to be maintained.

When you really have the preparation time and things start taking the shape that they need, you have a beautiful feeling that comes from the hard work.

I like dogs. Dogs don't judge people.

While we reduce our own carbon footprint we will encourage the companies who truck our DVDs and newspapers, sell us paper, and provide an enormous range of products and services to all contribute.