People say great art is immortal. I say there's something mortal in it. It carries a glimpse of death.

Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?

I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American.

There is no lie in war or preparation of war that can't be defended.

I am very unmusical. I can't carry a tune. I would never be able to play an instrument.