But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.

When you are measuring life, you are not living it.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

How could he find perfection in such an average day? Then I realized this was the whole point.

No one gets left behind, remember?

All these people that you meet or I meet, there's not a prayer in hell that they're ever going to run for office or major office because if they're that smart, they're also smart enough to know they don't want to take everything that they've built up and have it torn apart by a sensationalized media that's so hungry for any kind of salacious detail that they'll make that the emphasis of the person's life. And then all of sudden, 50, 60 years of hard work and accomplishment go out the window.