The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn't glitter and shine.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

An important part of building a new culture was allowing people to complain about their past. At first, the more they complained, the worse the past would seem. But by venting, people could start to resolve the past. By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.

Screenwriters get paid a hell of a lot more money but their level of frustration seems to be so high that I don't want that.

Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.