Where's the need of singing now?

Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?

Life is the game that must be played.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

I shall have more to say when I am dead.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.

In the City of Light, the stars are blind. Our constellations do not reside in the skies.

I've played D&D for years. I'm a comic book guy. Comic-Con in San Diego is nerd Christmas for me.

I'm at a place in my life where I do finally feel, at least most of the time, that I know who I am and I'm comfortable with the person that I am.

If you look now, more than ever new entrants, new upstarts, are able to grow so much faster than they could before.

I try to not to be a celebrity as much as possible.

Love not only occupies the higher lobes of the brain, but crowds out the lower to make room for its expansion.

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

Thank you for believing in my weirdness!

The greatest service we can do the common man is to abolish him and make all men uncommon.

How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!