I tiger can smile A snake will say it loves you Lies make us evil

There is nothing special in the world. nothing magic. just physics.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.

Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That’s the earth. Why it goes around. We’re the rocks. And what happens to us—the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse—why, that’s just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.

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.

There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. The regular way is just to watch the world do it. Just read the newspaper.

The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.