Life is a series of commas, not periods.

We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, a secretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody.

I get it. You have the right to have guns. But look, let's forget that right. Let's forget the pleasure you get safely on your range, because it's in the wrong hands in other places.

We have a big appetite for putting people down but, at the heart of everyone, there's enough room for all of us to succeed.

Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own?

Every hero doesn't do this great big hero thing. They do the simple thing over and over... and they stick to it.

I only pick one thing; North, South, East or West. I just get on the road and go. That's the point. The only governor I give myself is what's the time limit.