Here’s what I think: the only reason I’m not ordinary is that no one else sees me that way.

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you.

Here’s what I think: the only reason I’m not ordinary is that no one else sees me that way.

My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.

I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.

Who we are? Us!Right? What kind of people are we? What kind of person are you? Isn't that the most important thing of all? Isn't that the kind of question we shloud be asking ourselves all the time? 'What kind of person am I?

I eat like a tortoise eats, if you've ever seen a tortoise eating. Like some prehistoric swamp thing.