Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

A great scientist is more open to a new idea than almost anybody.

Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.

There's a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called 'fan fiction'.

"Angel, when I look into the future, all I see is you! All I want is you." "I know the feeling."

I'm very much of the "make it dark, make it grim, make it tough", but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.

I'd rather make a show 100 people need to see, than a show that 1000 people want to see.