Love doesn't have a point. Love is the point.

I’ve known a lot of people go mad over the years, and it is more distressing than people dying. People dying is quite natural, people going mad is the complete antithesis of that.

It's cold and it's mean spirited and I don't like it here anymore.

Our consciousness, a startling outgrowth of the universe, is possibly its most important part, the fraction of existence that can think, feel, marvel at itself.

American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.

Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. Without them, order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.

How can two people hate so much without knowing each other?