Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something without tearing it down.
It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end.
It was ourselves.

Sooner or later the realization comes that nothing we can think of is going to do it.

Today we often use deadlines — real and imaginary — to imprison ourselves.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

The danger lies in the possibility that we will not accept the person as he is but try to make him over according to our own ideas.

And we would all try to do it in our heads, and all arrive at different results, and sneer at one another.

Where there is no hope, it is incumbent on us to invent it.

Too often, we fall into an all-or-nothing cycle with our habits. The problem is not slipping up; the problem is thinking that if you can't do something perfectly, then you shouldn't do it at all.

Every impulse we strangle will only poison us.

We let what we know limit what we can imagine; the result, a failure of imagination.

And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.'

'What did you say?'

'I said we could have everything.'

'We can have everything.'

'No, we can't.'

'We can have the whole world.'

'No, we can't.'

'We can go everywhere.'

'No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore.'

'It's ours.'

'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.

We use our precious energy to imagine what could go wrong, instead of having faith in what could go right. And our actions reflect this.

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.