I'm not a techno-determinist. I believe we need to improve our existing human resources, and technology can only be a complement.
There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences.
There is no degree of human suffering which in and of itself is going to bring about change. Only organisation can change things.
If only we could accept that there is no difference between us where human values are concerned. Whatever sex.
People have entire relationships via text message now, but I am not partial to texting. I need context, nuance and the warmth and tone that can only come from a human voice.
I think I'm always somehow interested in characters who want to make one perfect thing, to transcend humanness, even if only for a moment.
There is only one true thing: instantly paint what you see. When you've got it, you've got it. When you haven't, you begin again. All the rest is humbug.
I think that all comics or humorists, or whatever we are, ask questions. That's what we're supposed to do. But I not only ask the questions, I offer solutions.
When I'm writing a lyric, things can only get so serious before they start becoming humorous.
The only way to survive is to have a sense of humour.
The only thing that matters is what happens on the little hump out in the middle of the field.
There is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it.
There are 14 Cabinet spots, and God only knows how many hundreds of people want them.
A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there - even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.
Speaking as somebody who is half English and half Hungarian, World War I still seems to me a familiar and seismic event, as if it had only just ended.
Hungary was the only Central European country that was not able to create a new constitution after the collapse of the communist regime.
I don't want the public perceiving us as the taunting, provocative ghost hunters. We do that only to the bad spirits who we know are attacking the living.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Only Americans can hurt America.
Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle.
