It's too easy to give up on the things that are hard to accomplish.

Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.

The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.

When you move like a jellyfish, rhythm is nothing. You go with the flow. You don't stop.

The size of your dreams must always exceed your current capacity to achieve them. If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.

I think very fundamentally to being Libertarian is not having a social agenda. I accept who you are and the life that you live as long as your life does not adversely affect mine.

I don't believe there should be any restrictions when it comes to firearms. None.

A wasted vote is voting for someone that you don't believe in

Until justice is blind to color, until education is unaware of race, until opportunity is unconcerned with the color of men's skins, emancipation will be a proclamation but not a fact.

One of the most important things you can accomplish is just being yourself.

Where flowers bloom so does hope.

Tomorrow is an illusion suggesting that another chance always exists.  It is a dangerously false illusion.

If you want to understand geology, study earthquakes. If you want to understand the economy, study the Depression.

Wimbledon is getting a bit too like Royal Ascot. It's not what happens or who wins so much, as what clothes do I have on.

He who cannot obey himself will be commanded. That is the nature of living creatures.

It is in the highest interests of the devil to persuade the world that religious people are disagreeable.

I don't get nominated, and I have to say, I've probably gotten the greatest mass of press in my life through not getting nominated. It's definitely been a winning situation as far as I'm concerned.

For me the fascination with biography is the life of the individual in the context of history.

Nothing exists except by virtue of a disequilibrium, an injustice. All existence is a theft paid for by other existences; no life flowers except on a cemetery.

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

You get attached to places, you know. Like people, I suppose.