The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.

The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.

Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).

When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.

There’s no point in believing in things that exist.

Thou shalt not submit thy god to market forces.

Santi and Wolfe exchanged a look. Wolfe inclined his head a little to the side, with a strange, crooked smile. "You see? They're as bad as we are.""Worse, " Santi sighed.

Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?

Where there is no justice there can be no secure peace.

The outpouring of support from health professionals who want to volunteer for Hurricane Katrina recovery efforts has been tremendous.

Even if we cannot endure much labor because we are weak let us be set on humbling ourselves.

I love motion capture. I think it's the best thing, ever. It's wonderful. It gives you an incredible freedom to just play things out.

The key is to work with people who are passionate about storytelling and who have a similar sensibility of the type and nature of the stories that you want to tell.

The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.

The issue ultimately involved is whether there is a source of truth higher than, and independent of, man; and the answer to the question is decisive for one’s view of the nature and destiny of man.

History is the siren song of the soul.