In its wild state, the truth is fluid, slippery, vagrant, scrambled, promiscuous, kaleidoscopic, and beautiful.

The world is crazily in love with you, wildly and innocently in love. Even now, thousands of secret helpers are conspiring to turn you into the beautiful curiosity you were born to be.

HYPOTHESES: Evil is boring. Cynicism is idiotic. Fear is a bad habit. Despair is lazy. Joy is fascinating. Love is an act of heroic genius. Pleasure is our birthright. Receptivity is a superpower.

Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?

We need radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks.

If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."

All of us need to be in touch with a mysterious, tantalizing source of inspiration that teases our sense of wonder and goads us on to life’s next adventure.

Proclaim the only truth you can be totally sure of: "I don't know."

You're a star -- and so am I. I'm a genius -- and so are you. Your success encourages my brilliance, and my charisma enhances your power. Your victory doesn't require my defeat, and vice versa.

Not waiting for someone to give you what you can give yourself.

On you and me and everything, I bestow my ripe blessings and boisterous bliss.

We're conduits for the universe's desire to think about itself.

Marriage can be viewed as the waiting room for death.

You should avoid making yourself too clear even in your explanations.

If you go down as a comedian's comedian, that's basically meaning other comedians are hopefully feeling that you're doing okay.

It's clear that science and science fiction have overlapping populations.

Naturally, business and pleasure can be readily combined, but a certain balance should exist, and the latter should not predominate over the former.

From a withered tree, a flower blooms

I was most incorrigibly devoted to versifying, and all my spouse's wholesome admonitions had no manner of effect on me; in short, I believe this scribbling itch is an incurable disease.

My goal is not to fail fast. My goal is to succeed over the long run. They are not the same thing.

Why did the Soviet Union disintegrate? Why did the Soviet Communist Party collapse? An important reason was that their ideals and beliefs had been shaken.