“I wonder where a guy, an everyday Joe like myself can find a little action.”

Sandworms…you know I hate ’em!

These aren’t my rules. Come to think of it. I don’t have any rules.

Well, I’ve read through that handbook for the recently deceased. It says, ‘live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual.

My whole life is a dark room. One big dark room.

The profoundly ‘atomic’ character of the universe is visible in everyday experience, in raindrops and grains of sand, in the hosts of the living, and the multitude of stars; even in the ashes of the dead.

Why, we have invented the whole machinery of the supernatural, with its unseen spirits and powers, good and bad, to account for things, because we found the universal everyday nature too cheap, too common, too vulgar.

This is the reason why quantum mechanics seems so foreign to our everyday existence.

Do you know what investing for the long run but listening to market news everyday is like?

The problem isn’t so much finding good ideas (there is no shortage) as embedding the ones we have into everyday practice.

Everyday hundreds of people came to the hospital… dying, and I have to introduce life into them again… my duty was to compete with death.

When I swore that you’re getting more and more beautiful everyday. Well, I was only kidding, honey.

Everyday people and everyday acts of courage eventually change everything.