It all comes down to the written word and just how comfortable I am writing them.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

Never ignore a gut feeling, but never believe that it's enough.

where are the snowdens of yesteryear?

When I grow up I want to be a little boy.

The real work of social innovation is to fix our broken human systems.

Be careful how you interpret the world: It is like that.

Always mind the distance between your dreams and your reality.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

Every writer I know has trouble writing.

The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.

What we strive for, ultimately, is love. You won't find real love because you're beautiful on the outside. It is drawn to inner beauty. Spend your energy crafting that, and you will know true love.

The education of a man is never completed until he dies.

The air is the most mysterious, the most exciting, the most challenging of all the elements. We leave the planet, we leave the sea, we leave the earth. The air is no longer of this world .

All the world has been converted and Washington is the modem Mecca.

There can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator.

The average man won't really do a day's work unless he is caught and cannot get out of it. There is plenty of work to do if people would do it.

Walt had a marvelous intuition. And because he understood people very well, liked them and had great respect for people, there was nothing cynical about Walt.

Body adornments show that we're aware of our bodies and expect others to be aware as well.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

The universe is made of one kind of what-ever-it-is, which cannot be defined.