It is difficult to hate an idea. That requires a certain intellectual discipline and a slightly obsessive, sick mind. There aren’t too many of those. It’s much easier to hate someone with a recognizable face whom we can blame for everything that makes us feel uncomfortable. It doesn’t have to be an individual character. It could be a nation, a race, a group. . .anything.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

Money is like any other virus: once it has rotted the soul of the person who houses it, it sets off in search of new blood.

He didn't know whether we created God in our own image or whether God created us without quite knowing what he was doing. He believed that God, or whatever brought us here, lives in each of our deeds, in each of our words, and manifests himself in all those things that show us to be more than mere figures of clay.

People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

You young people never say anything. And us old folks don't know how to stop talking.