I think we're always in some ways writing to the teachers who gave us early love.

There is your car and the open road, the fabled lure of random adventure. You stand at the verge, and you could become anything.

A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.

The happiest I have ever been is in the life that I led with my wife and kids.

I knew I wanted to play around with genre-esque imagery, and the identity theft stuff came in the middle, when I was figuring out how the characters were connected to those images.

Maybe love, like suffering, is relative.

Identity issues are hardwired into the way I think about character - it's almost as if I can't get away from them even if I want to.

I've never been able to sleep very much, even when I was a kid. I used to hate being forced to lay in bed in the darkness, and just shifting in bed and staring at the shadows.

I like to sleep about four or five really solid hours at night, and then sometimes take a nap in the afternoon or early evening after dinner. I love naps.

Even when our death is imminent, we carry the image of ourselves moving forward, alive, into the future.

It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

If u want to work in Corporate, then u should know how to play Chess.

What is attraction (akarshan) in this world? It is open fire and one should be aware of it. Attraction is the open fire. The root of illusory attachment (moha) is indeed attraction.

Modern civilisation is complicated and artificial. Simple folk live in a world of love and peace. Let no one hate another or harm another.

I think slavery is wrong, morally, and politically. I desire that it should be no further spread in these United States, and I should not object if it should gradually terminate in the whole Union.

Life does often get in the way of one's reading.

In a sometimes unreasonable business, Jack Valenti was a giant voice of reason. He was the greatest ambassador Hollywood has ever known and I will value his wisdom and friendship for all time.

I throw down a lot on paper and on tape. Sometimes while I'm practicing on the guitar, I'll think of a song.

If I think I weigh too much, I'll lose weight; if my hair looks stupid, I'll cut it. I guess I'm my harshest critic. I'm not easily satisfied.

Wax myrtle: The birds love this stuff.

"What are you thinking?" he asked curiously. I looked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth. "I'm trying to figure out what you are."