Quotes
That, sir, depends on whether I embrace your mistress or your politics.
A people whose souls are so little tuned to joy.
Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.
Most skiers are really motorcyclists in cute clothes.
I've found without question that the best way to lead others to a more plant-based diet is by example - to lead with your fork, not your mouth.
Give me a woman who loves beer and I will conquer the world.
Bear yourselves as Huns of Attila.
Alone among all creatures, the species that styles itself wise, Homo sapiens, has an abiding interest in its distant origins, knows that its allotted time is short, worries about the future and wonders about the past.
As an essayist I don't believe in the fiction of an anonymous observer. Rather than the sham of objectivity, I think you should put you perspective up front. That's only fair to the reader.
I wish I could have known earlier that you have all the time you'll need right up to the day you die.
We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true.
You can pick out actors by the glazed look that comes into their eyes when the conversation wanders away from themselves.
The first black president will be a politician who is black.
The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks get to paying more attention to the organization than to what they're organized for.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
Woody makes a movie as if he were lighting 10,000 safety matches to illuminate a city. Each one is a little epiphany: topical, ethnic, or political.
We have now traced the history of women from Paradise to the nineteenth century and have heard nothing through the long roll of the ages but the clank of their fetters.
My country, wounded to the heart, could I but flash along thy soul, electric power to rive apart, the thunder-clouds that round thee roll, and, by my burning words, uplift, thy life from out Death's icy drift, till the full splendors of our age, shone round thee for thy heritage.
My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.
Time for work - yet take much holiday for art's and friendship's sake.