If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

What is humor?' one of their professors had posed, and he had answered, ''nondangerous, unexpectedly inappropriate juxtaposition.

I'm sorry to burden you, ' she said. She felt like a crybaby.'What can we do with our stories, ' he said, 'but tell them?

May you travel on your destiny path.

By the late '90s, those who were paying attention perceived the Internet as a 20-foot tidal wave coming, and we are all in kayaks.

Never assume greatness is for someone else. Imagine every day that you too can do great things. Have the courage to take the challenge, make the mistakes, and move forward.

Concussion? How the hell can they tell? They're *football* players, for chrissakes!

They memorize everything and learn... nothing.

Love is one and the same in the original; but there are a thousand different copies of it.

The faulty stands on his guard.

...for whether we want to or not, we belong to our time and we share in its opinions, its feelings, even its delusions.

There's still a 1950s view of cinema, that there's one audience and they all want to see the same thing.

All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in.