You know, all the evil in the world, all the sadness comes from not having a good answer to that question: What do I do next? You just keep thinking of good things to do, lad. You'll be all right. We'll all be all right. I wanted you to know that.

Everything goes, everything is lost, eventually. But if something is good, it doesn't matter what happens. The ending is still happy.

Everything move...you wonder how it all knows where to go. Einstein wondered how birds knew where to migrate to. He thought they might follow lines of light in the sky. He saw everything as lines of light. That's how he was built. So we don't know how he moved, either. Any more than the birds.

Sex complicates, but it is the power of love to simplify.

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

In a sense who you are has always been a story that you told to yourself. Now your self is a story that you tell to others.

You know, all the evil in the world, all the sadness comes from not having a good answer to that question: What do I do next? You just keep thinking of good things to do, lad. You'll be all right. We'll all be all right. I wanted you to know that.