When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to sp...
We live in a time that demands a discourse of both critique and possibility, one that recognizes that without an informed citizenry, collective struggle, and viable social movements, democracy will slip out of our reach and we will arrive at a new st...
As more and more work is done by machines, people can spend more time on other activities. Not just leisure and amusements, but also on the deeper satisfactions that come from invention and exploration, from creativity and building, and from love, fr...
Debts are subject to the laws of mathematics rather than physics. Unlike wealth, which is subject to the laws of thermodynamics, debts do not rot with old age and are not consumed in the process of living. On the contrary, they grow at so much per ce...
Books are like people: fascinating, inspiring, thought-provoking, some laugh, some meditate, others ache with old age, but still have wisdom: some are disease-ridden, some deceitful; but others are a delight to behold, and many travel to foreign land...
...trying to predict whether global warming will moderate the next ice age is not only impossible but irrelevant. It doesn't help us get through the next few centuries. And one can only imagine our future, shivering, ice age descendants cursing us fo...
Yente: From such children come other children! Golde: Motel is nothing! Yente, you said you had news for me... Yente: Ah, children, they are your blessing in your old age. My poor Aaron, God rest his soul, couldn't give me children. Between you and m...
Lemon - age 4: [being put to bed] Danny, what's an orphanage? Danny Boodmann: Well, orphanage is like a great big prison where they locked up folks that ain't got no kids. Lemon - age 4: So if I wasn't with you, they would put - you in an orphanage? ...
Nemo's Father: There was a card from your mother in the post. You haven't looked at it. Nemo age 16: I know, I'll get to it. Nemo's Father: Aren't you going to see her one day? Nemo age 16: I haven't seen her for seven years. If she wanted to see me,...
Tony Stark: Cap, I have to blow up the city! Steve Rogers: There are still people up here, not to mention us! Tony Stark: It's everybody up here, or everybody down there! Natasha Romanoff: Well, it's not like we ever had a place in the world... [a He...
Bruce Banner: [looks at Barton's home] I can't have this, any of this. There is no place on Earth I can go where I'm not a monster. Natasha Romanoff: You know what my final test was in the Red Room? They sterilized me, said it was one less thing to w...
[Bruce awakens from a nightmare] Thomas Wayne: The bats again? [Bruce nods] Thomas Wayne: You know why they attacked you, don't you? They were afraid of you. Bruce Wayne - age 8: Afraid of me? Thomas Wayne: All creatures feel fear. Bruce Wayne - age ...
I used to feel for years and years and years that I was very remiss not to have written a novel and I would question people who wrote novels and try to find out how they did it and how they had got past page 30. Then, with the approach of old age, I ...
Mrs. Landingham, does the President have free time this morning? The President has nothing but free time, Toby. Right now he's in the residence eating Cheerios and enjoying Regis and Kathie Lee. Should I get him for you? Sarcasm's a disturbing thing ...
Rare and powerful harmonies exist, Shaping both scent and contour in a flower. Thus brilliance lies unseen by us until, Beneath the chisel, it blazes in the diamond. And thus do images of fleeting vision, Drifting above like cloud-forms in the sky, O...
Sarah: Help! Stop it! Help! Helping Hand: What do you mean "help"? We *are* helping. Different Helping Hand: We're Helping Hands. Sarah: You're hurting! Helping Hand: Would you like us to let go? Heh-heh... [They loosen their grip, Sarah starts to sl...
It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique. But I begin to think I was never meant for an easy road.
Could you really love two different people at once? Could you split your heart in half?
Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry [...] It's like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes.
All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.
The difference between reading a story and studying a story is the difference between living the story and killing the story and looking at its guts.
