Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

Always remember: When government accepts responsibility for people, then people no longer take responsibility for themselves.

Pick battles big enough to matter small enough to win.

Science operates in the natural, not the supernatural. In fact, I go so far as to state that there is no such thing as the supernatural or the paranormal.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn't matter.

You've got a job to do, and because you've got a job to do, you've got to focus on that, so you don't have time for personal considerations.

We live in the moment now where this whole movie business is crazy.

Composing for the prepared piano is not a criticism of the instrument. I'm only being practical.

In nighttime series, the actor gets billing up front on every episode.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

The real giants have always been poets, men who jumped from facts into the realm of imagination and ideas.