Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion.

If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him.

Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives.

A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come.

It's true that things are beautiful when they work. Art is function.

I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world.

Nativity is the enemy of prophecy.