With what dread and apprehension we entrust important jobs into the hands of others. Imagine the love of a needless God who is willing to want our work.

After eating the world's bread, we wake each morning to remember: We are still hungry. Seek a better loaf. Eat, and never die. Taste, savor, and be filled forever.

And now I wnt love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.

The ideal weapons system is built in 435 congressional districts and it doesn't matter whether it works or not.

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

I believe in the healing restorative power of art and communication. And so that's probably my rule. But that doesn't apply to bedtimes. And stuff like that.

Martial arts is for defense. It's not for attacking. So when people are fighting, always, always, defend.

That made me feel good, not to go to a resort where outside the door is extreme poverty

I am not interested in genres. I am interested in doing the best work I can in whatever medium.

Don't overpluck your eyebrows. A make-up artist told me this once, and I've always remembered it.

You're kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn't that the international language for smart people?"-Shane (Glass Houses)

I wish I was a kid again, when I had all the answers.