The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

I’ve seen excitement, and I’ve seen boredom. And boredom was best.

There are plenty of people who believe that Elvis is alive, or that aliens occasionally land here to do highly personal things to people, or that the whole idea of evolution is a conspiracy of godless scientists. Almost all of these people can vote and some of them have got guns.

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake?

Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.

I wish that the people who sing about the deeds of heroes would think about the people who have to clear up after them.