Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel.

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.

I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.