I came here to swallow my pride, admit I was wrong, and beg you to come back to work for me again. But then I figured I'd take a moral shortcut and write you a check.

Your laugh is a sudden silvery wave.

Bomanz sighed. A man couldn’t get five minutes alone. What the hell did he get married for? Why did any man? You spent the rest of your life doing hard time, doing what other people wanted, not what you wanted.

You laughed for the marrow in their bones that was not yet ready for laughter;
And you wept for their eyes that yet were dry.
Your voice fathered their thoughts and their understanding.
Your voice mothered their words and their breath.

[Miles: I'm sorry. Who are you?] I'm glad you asked, new guy. [Miles: I’m not a new guy.] My name is Pavitr Prabhakar. And for the past six months… [Miles: Six? And even he got a watch.] [Gwen: Yeah, uh…]

The things that matter in this country have been reduced in choice, there are two political parties, there are a handful insurance companies, there are six or seven information centers...but if you want a bagel there are 23 flavors. Because you have the illusion of choice!

You left a hole wide enough for guys like him to randomly get shot into the wrong dimension. Now I'm stuck putting everybody back where they belong before all of time and space collapses! And don't even get me started on Doctor Strange and the little nerd on Earth-199999!

You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.

I think....living in such a hard situation when there are terrorists and they slaughter people every night is still hard -- is still a threat. So it's a better idea to speak out for your rights and then die...we will speak out for our rights. This is what we can do, and we tried our best.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.

You know what I call him? Not Roy O'Bannon. Roy O'Baloney!

If you can see the handwriting on the wall … you're on the toilet.

Thought can never capture the movement of life, it is much too slow. It is like lightning and thunder. They occur simultaneously, but sound, travelling slower than light, reaches you later, creating the illusion of two separate events.

Africa’s future depends on how we empower our youth today.

There are people who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

Chew your meat for you
pass it back and forth
in a passionate kiss
from my mouth to yours
i like you