... you only know what I want you to know, you only see what I want you to see."...Wade: " I don't care! I am in love with your mind, with the person you are. I couldn't care about the packaging.

No one in the world gets what they want and that is beautiful.

I felt like a kid standing in the world's greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

Lights, " I said softly. This had become my favorite word over the past week. In my mind, it had become synonymous with freedom.

You're going to turn it into a fascist corporate theme park where the few people who can still afford the price of admission no longer have an ounce of freedom.

We told each other what movies we were currently watching and what books we were reading.

We are who we are, but we know who we are through our response to the changing world.

It’s a beautiful way to put it: Leave the poetry in what you make. When something becomes too polished, it loses its soul. It seems robotic.

We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.

The death tax punishes the American dream - making it virtually impossible for the average American family to build wealth across generations.

One day to see that headline, not that someone won a basketball championship, but to see that a cure for cancer has been found, will be a great day for mankind.

The Jewish women like Bethany Mandel fare the worst, because they are getting both antisemitic stuff and anti-woman stuff.

I'm reluctant to draw many conclusions from private correspondence leaked without permission.

I have my own tastes and I have my my own... like, I dunno. I think it's really subjective; something that I think is a great song, is unlistenable to somebody else, which I've come to realise.

I always tell employees: The group's benefit is more important than your personal benefit.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.