Librarians are like crack dealers when it comes to hooking small children.

Sometimes I think I must have a Guardian Idiot. A little invisible spirit just behind my shoulder, looking out for me...only he's an imbecile.

Librarians are the secret masters of the world. They control information. Don't ever piss one off.

If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron.

You become uneasy with people in direct proportion to how many lies you have to keep track of in their presence.

Pain shared is pain lessened; joy shared is joy increased. Thus do we refute entropy.

Anger is always - always - fear in disguise.

We are all time travelers moving at the speed of exactly 60 minutes per hour.

Shared joy is increased, shared pain is lessened.

Man, you're no smarter than me. You're just a fancier kind of stupid.

It's always coldest before the warm.

Our enemy attacks the conscience little by little seeking to wear us down and then wears out a leader's resolve to fight the good fight.

Adversity has the same effect on a man that severe training has on the pugilist: it reduces him to his fighting weight.

I am an intransigent atheist, though not a militant one. This means that I am not fighting against religion - I am fighting for reason.

Who can attain to anything great if he does not feel in himself the force and will to inflict great pain?

The world turns on a dime, the same now as it always has — which is to say, money makes the world go 'round. It's also what makes the world go spinning out of control.

I don't have a seller's remorse about how I've lived. I am cognizant of what I have done, and any of us could maybe draw the line better. But I've tried to live pretty fearlessly.

Zerbrowski said, "Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try." It took me a second to realize that he had just quoted Star Wars to me. It made me smile, and in that moment I loved him, just for that.

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.

The eyes are the mirror of the soul and reflect everything that seems to be hidden; and like a mirror, they also reflect the person looking into them.

That's the point of music, to not be selfish and to help other people, I think.