More and more people are defining themselves not by what they are about, but by what they are against, what they are overcoming, the thing that is wrong with them.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

The human species' foremost task and unshakable duty is survival.

Breathe in the small things

Love at first sight is easy to understand it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.

In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you.

I'm very analytical about the industry and I understand that there are value systems, and all sorts of things like that.

Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.

I have opposed the Communist cold war line ever since, both by public utterance and by private help to trade unionists breaking free from the Communist influence.

I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; But oh they love the better still The few our Father sends!

Venice seemed incredibly lovely, elvishly lovely--to me like a dream of Old Gondor, or Pelargir of the Numenorean Ships, before the return of the Shadow.

Some struggles are so solitary that they drown in words.