If you burn away my bones, my love for him would remain, tattooed in the air.

Bran and I are two loose ends who found a way to tie ourselves together.

If a machine can convincingly imitate humanity—can persuade a human being of its kinship—then what makes it inhuman? What, after all, is human thought but a series of electrical impulses?

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

The noise around us determines how we speak. And how we listen. Just as a conversation suffers in a war zone, art suffers in a culture built on noise. So does our enjoyment of it.

You will be a beautiful person, as long as you see the beauty in others.

Social Media Strategy isn't rocket science...but it might as well be if you don't know what you're doing.

I just feel a connection with Marilyn Monroe. I just love her. I just completely feel what she went through.

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

God, I hope he dies the night before one of his kids get married.

We cannot think of ourselves save as to some extent social being. Hence, we cannot separate the idea of ourselves and our own good from our idea of others and their good.

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.