There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

I see architecture not as Gropius did, as a moral venture, as truth, but as invention, in the same way that poetry or music or painting is invention.

Travel, for me, is a little bit like being in love because suddenly, all your senses are at the setting marked 'on.' Suddenly, you're alert to the secret patterns of the world.

Baby steps count, as long as you are going forward. You add them all up, and one day you look back and you'll be surprised at where you might get to.

Put the kids in with a few old pappy guys who still like to win and the combination is unbeatable.

It must always be borne in mind that the assumption of woman's social superiority lies at the root of these rules of conduct.

Culture and politics were inseparable [in the Sixties], which gave a soundtrack to political awareness and activism.

Humankind has not evolved in its most basic instincts much beyond the caveman era. Yet every attempt to change that is met with scorn.

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

If you've just stared into the abyss, quickly forget it: the lessons of history can only hold you back.

There's this sense of excitement because you invent and control the characters. You decide whether they live or die. I find this type of creative process tremendously stimulating.