You can't base your life on the past or the present. You have to tell me about your future.

You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception.

For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.

Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

Ultimately, everyone is acting out of what they feel is the best choice. In a way, they're all trying to improve the world. And I think that those basic choices make the world a better place.