You could fire a machine gun randomly through the pages of Lord of the Rings and never hit any women.

It's always too late for sorries, but I appreciate the sentiment.

You got to understand the god thing. It’s not magic. It’s about being you, but the you that people believe in. It’s about being the concentrated, magnified, essence of you. It’s about becoming thunder, or the power of a running horse, or wisdom. You take all the belief and become bigger, cooler, more than human. You crystallize.” He paused. “And then one day they forget about you, and they don’t believe in you, and they don’t sacrifice, and they don’t care, and the next thing you know you’re running a three-card monte game on the corner of Broadway and Forty-third.

I hope you'll make mistakes. If you're making mistakes, it means you're out there doing something.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar. “What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot,” he added, helpfully.

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.